Tom Wolfe had such a prolific career. His many books–ranging from Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test to Bonfire of the Vanities–dominated the national conversation. Wolfe sat at the typewriter every day in one of his elegant outfits with a quota of 10 pages, whether it took him 3 hours or 12. William F. Buckley described his talent: “He is probably the most skillful writer in America — I mean by that he can do more things with words than anyone else.” Read his obit here –
My glamorous mother taught me how to stand up for myself and others. Here’s to Claire! For what are you grateful with your Mom?
I came of age reading Kurt Vonnegut, and I inhaled his books. This text is from one I hadn’t heard of – Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical Collage. And though Los Angeles probably doesn’t count, his description of the seasons is perfect.
Last week, I was cheerfully walking Rose, and was stopped in my tracks by a sign on the locked up gate of my beloved car mechanic. RELOCATING. CALL FOR DETAILS. My heart sank. The garage, suddenly h0llowed out, had been a family operation for decades. Everyone loved Norm and his two sons. Living in such close proximity to a trusted mechanic was one of the most comforting pleasures of the neighborhood. I’ve spoken to Norm twice in the last few days. And he assures me they will relocate, but won’t tell me when or where. I offered to help them move. I’m in mourning.
Street Art by Myth
Given the barrage of offensive news stories, I haven’t focused much on Kanye West. But today, I read Ta-nehisi Coates’ gorgeously-written, personal essay, I’m Not Black, I’m Kanye which gives so much context. Please don’t miss it! And let me know what you think.
My dog Rose’s best friend Izzy is spending a long weekend with us. Izzy’s as sweet as can be, though a little anxious. He likes being cozy under the covers and is a real bed hog. We’re having fun.
Illustration from an upcoming book by Lisa Congdon about finding your creative voice.