Out in the sunlight, I keep holding her hand. Though her eyes are devoid of feeling, fat tears stream down, and she curses me for dragging her to this godforsaken place—me with my fucking therapy and passion for the old crap. mary karr
I told him I sometimes felt like smacking Quinn for mocking me anytime I recited poetry. Nah, it ain’t like that, Doonie said. He just associates poems with some teacher telling him he’s a dumbass. mary karr
true, i no longer have a bookstore. but—there’s nothing to say i can’t write a 2017 roundup anyway! here are some books & one-offs i have loved this year each book is linked to indiebound to purchase in yr city no indies near you? many of them ship! or there’s always yr local library ❤Continue reading “a year in reading”
Out of the blue, I say, I’m from the state of Texas. What’s that supposed to mean? I know my son is gonna survive these ass-whoopings no matter how many of them there are. But when it’s five against one and there’s not a grown-up to intervene, I’m gonna instruct Dev to pick up aContinue reading
Then, there it is, a gift: Karr calling herself a misanthrope.