Reading… Sylvia Plath. I’ve been in need of things that comfort me, things that feel familiar. Thus the turn to Plath this week after a turn to Keats last week.…

Required Reading. Sometimes, for no reason at all, a poem will loudly announce its arrival in my brain. Often this poem is “The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock.” I have…

Required Reading. This New Yorker piece made me laugh. Out loud. This is a rarer occurrence than I would really like it to be, but, alas, life has left me grouchy…