I love Maira Kalman.
For the whole lovely story, please go here. You will not be sorry.
There is something for everyone.
YOU: Me?
ME: You.
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When spring is just starting out–finding the ol’ feet, the ol’ sea legs, the ol’ do-or-die–there are warm, heavenly days, and there are days so drippy-gah that one is tempted to shovel a head-shaped hole in the ground, followed by sticking one’s head [...]
March 20th was the first day of spring.
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Is there anything better than lilacs? Anything at all? No, you shut up.
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I’ve been reading Charles Dickens’ “Dombey and Son” for weeksweeksweeksguh, and finally–finally!–I’ve put her to rest. There is a character in “Dombey and Son” named Captain Ned Cuttle, with a hook for one hand [which he kisses to ladies], [...]
Last month’s issue of Poetry featured the work of Tony Fitzpatrick. When I opened it up I buried my face in the pages and sang like a happy opera singer.
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I wonder how happy opera singers are. If they are meant to be opera singers, they are happy. If they were not meant to be opera singers–if [...]
I did.
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On How My Wallet Was Stolen, And How I Took It Back
I. Other Points At Which I Have Been Robbed: A History
a. All of my CDs, and the car stereo, were stolen from my vehicle one week before I moved to New York in 2002.
b. A few months later, my apartment was broken into–by [...]
