The Tunnel

I’ve been wanting to revamp the blog for a while now. Something about COVID-19, raising an infant-turned-toddler, and all of the associated isolation that comes with both of those has made me crave connection with the world outside our home. I slapped up a title for my post, “Two Years Later,” and was about to

A Christmas Ski Tour: Notes to Self

Note to self: Never set out on a trek through a mountain pass while reading a book about seeking a mountain that no longer exists. Mountains in mountain passes do exist. They are snow-covered, wind-swept, and real. To read about a surreal, internalized mountain quest tempts one to imagine that one’s own mountain quest can

Books and Islands: Louise Erdrich in Ojibwe Country

Books and islands. If there is a valid reason for my falling so hopelessly behind in this year’s reading challenge, it is my love of libraries. I once heard the editor-at-large (whatever that means) of a prominent literary journal speak about his reading habit. He urged the small group of ambitious college students around him to

Satrapi’s Persepolis: Another View of Childhood

I’ve been putting off this post for a few days now, unsure of what to write about Marjane Satrapi’s bestselling graphic novel, Persepolis. That’s not because I didn’t like the book; in fact, I liked it so much that I had to check out Persepolis 2 from the library before I had even finished the first book. I