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A Writer (Me) in the Adirondacks
After driving two thousand miles with my husband and three teenagers, I am at last home. Seven hundred and fifty…
After driving two thousand miles with my husband and three teenagers, I am at last home. Seven hundred and fifty…
Edward Kanze’s new book on the Adirondacks… Sunblock… The unread New Yorkers that have been sitting on the coffee table…
I rarely go see plays twice. That’s the sort of things I reserve for Shakespeare or Arthur Miller. But this…
My desk is littered with books by Edgar Allen Poe and T.S. Eliot, but I’m actually thinking about my cat. …
I love to daydream and for a writer sometimes this can be considered work. The notions that pop in my head…
I know my collection of bookmarks will never be shown in a museum – no Sunday crowds with their oohs…