The thing about books is that there are always more of them out there than you’ll ever be able to read. So many books, so little time...
So there I was, thigh-deep in chill-inducing river water, with my sky blue kayak, my beautiful Ellie Sparrow, staring mournfully back up at me from a foot beneath the surface.
There’s a lot I love about the English language. It’s complex, beautiful, and odd in a becoming way. But I imagine it would be a nightmare to try to learn.
Happy Tuesday! When I was growing up, I hated Tuesdays. I called it Tuesday Bluesday. I reasoned that Mondays were good because you got a fresh start, Wednesdays were good because we had church in the evenings, Thursdays were good because that was traditionally our family dinner at Grammie and Grandpa’s house, and Fridays were… Continue reading Tuesday Thoughts
Last week, I gave my friend a dictionary as a wedding gift. I’m reminded of that classic moment in the movie Toy Story when the toys are all spying on Andy’s birthday to see what the presents are and Sarge and his little green troops report that one of the presents is a lunchbox. To… Continue reading Coffee with Melville