

Something Fishy: Adrienne Rich, Motherhood, and Me
I am sitting in a coffee shop and it is pouring outside. The rain is actually a nice break from the humidity that has been pressing down...
The Price of Salt: The Bitterness of Motherhood
I am writing this blog post in the library a day after finishing Patricia Highsmith's novel The Price of Salt; or Carol (1952). Of...


Yellow Mellow
Okay, so this isn't the best picture of a dinner ever taken, but bear with me. I'm in a literature program, remember? Tonight's dinner...


Plagued by a Breakfast Sammy
It's cold today. Okay, so it's not actually cold, but it's Florida cold. It's hey-I-thought-I-lived-in-the-Sunshine-State-and-I-know-it's...
Charlotte Perkins Gilman and a Chai
Charlotte Perkins Gilman's novel Herland (1915) is not my cup of tea, but its influence is unquestionable. I think it's hard to think...
Wrapping Up Chopin
My boyfriend is a big Seahawks fan, but he likes the Patriots almost as much. With the Seahawks out of the running, the Pats will have to...