I have twice now written this weekly note to readers accompanied by a coyote howling outside. Or a fox. I’ve concluded that he wants to tell you something. I wonder what? If I hear him again this week, I am going outside to investigate. To see if it’s my brother, pranking me.
If you feel like howling at the moon, do it. If you prefer to stay inside, check out this week’s procrastination links:
An interesting lesson on a beige sofa.
I was ill this week with the dubious advantage of watching TV guilt-free. My husband and I gobbled up this documentary about two old-school reporters who got the story right every time. Their work placed them smack dab in the middle of every seminal moment in the past fifty years.
I've long wished to create something like this. Maybe on the farm? With chicken feathers??
lsn't the bow on this wedding gown so eighties?
Great essays for your reading pleasure:
“Regretfully I found My Voice”
“Engagement, Engagement or ‘Fuck’ I’m Finally Happy”