Read this now: Roy Kesey’s “Any Deadly Thing”
I prefer this: You’re the author of your own mind.
Or master of your own mind …
Sometimes, I’m conflicted. I do not want to be overly prescriptive. I don’t want to traffic in censure. We read what we read. We love what we love. At the end of each year, though, I am forced to consider the state of literary culture. These end of the year lists are very, very telling. I am…
Crap. I already couldn’t afford my reading habit. Now I’m going to go broke, HAPPILY.
Always great. Pulling up a chair.
It is unforgivable that those we trust to take care of us, our doctors and our government — and for some, our church — repeatedly and even fatally fail women.
Hang in there and stay going. You’ll get there :-)
Article on emigration at The Irish Times, co-written with Sarah Griffin.