Posts in category "The Bibliophile & Books"

Our Beloved Rescue Dog Died; But Not Rin Tin Tin

After our only-child/dog Whoopi died, we didn’t “replace” her with another rescue dog. How could we? She was a one-of-a-kind; as irreplaceable as an original Picasso. So imagine a time, only a few years ago, when one rescue dog grabbed the hearts and admiration of a nation, for that is the time beautifully detailed in... Read more »

Born Again Label Reader; or Salt Sugar Fat and the Grocery Store

Reading just ruined my life. It’s true. Books from time to time have deflowered my virginity about issues I thought I knew about but clearly was as innocent as my 7-year-old grandson. My current library book (it was quite a wait, but thank you to the Chicago Public Library), Salt Sugar Fat; how the food giants... Read more »

The Sensuous Sensation of Paper; Newberry Library Book Sale

I’m a cheap date. Just give me a good book, my glasses and enough time like Burgess Meredith in the Twilight Zone episode pleaded for, and I’m a happy camper. So what joy it was to learn the Newberry Library Book Fair is coming up soon; on July 28-31 at the Newberry Library located at... Read more »

My Love Affair in Glorious Black & White: Why Amazon Rules

Or, why Amazon loves the Chicago Public Library. Memory of  life before reading is a blank. Zip-zero-zilch. Given that I didn’t have the language–how could I put into words a memory? What is it like to not be able to read? I have no memory of my life before literacy. None. Words have always danced... Read more »
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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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