Nothing Risked, Nothing Gained

How obvious to observe that the writer’s life is solitary. I am at my desk by nine, but at five set my pen aside and shut down the computer—this is how I get words down on the page. The rhythm of the hours alone defeats writer’s block. What perhaps isn’t obvious is how lonely a…

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Banning Dr. Seuss

Last week Dr. Seuss would have turned one hundred and seventeen years old. He was my childhood companion, warm and humorous, one of the many who helped me learn to read; and, of course, he was the writer who would in turn influence my children into an equally intense love of words. Now, I read…

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