I.O.S.T.K.U.Y

I.O.S.T.K.U.Y
   It’s Our Stories That Keep Us Young… The other day, Kiki told me it was just fine if  I pulled up a chair at her table and ate my sandwich with her.  We smiled — that instant dialect that even babies know — and that’s when she told me what she does. And how old she was. “I’m a people watcher,” she informed me with delight. I felt at home right away.  My mother taught me this art at an early age, while my father parked the car and we waited out front. “Are you noticing your favorite spring colors?” I asked, wishing immediately that...
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Ducking the rain with a giant anteater and other secrets

Ducking the rain with a giant anteater and other secrets
I was a bit shocked after reading that Meg Wolitzer told a New York Times reporter about her precious Sundays writing fiction in the New York Society Library.  Back when I lived in the city, the library was a carefully guarded oasis.  It’s where I wrote my best shipping stories for Brandon’s — $75. a year to secure both serenity and delicious company.  And it was something you kept to yourself — in those pre-FB days when you didn’t tell! Privacy issues aside, I’m really glad that the “don’t tell’ policy is enthusiastically disregarded in the...
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