Day 76

Humor: One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. “Oh, no,” I said, “Disneyland burned down.” He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good […]

77 Days Begins

Here at Liz of Oz we only think of you and what you need except when we are thinking of ourselves. What you need is to know there are only 77 days left of winter left this year. We are not using scientific measures, or calendar measures, but emotional ones. If we can get you well […]

Crumbs

Early this morning I saw this bit about Maruice Sendak’s illustrations of Pierre by Herman Melville. The book is out of print. I have the feeling I need a heavy book, both in weight and emotion, to pin me down by all corners. I thought I meant a book by a Russian. You have no […]

Soap And Stones

As I was driving to noon mass for the feast of St. John (in the beginning was the word, a phrase for which I took two years of ancient Greek to read), I realized there wouldn’t be any, because it was Saturday. This is a special day for writers, well, for me, I don’t know […]