Cancer Gadfly
All in the Timing
By the time I was making the final revisions to the Breathless manuscript, I had been diagnosed with lung cancer―“incurable but treatable,” as today’s oncological
November 17, 2014
Noted
Bookstores and Lovers
It’s always exciting to read about a bookstore opening, rather than closing, though in the case of Albertine, the new bookstore hopes to revive the
October 17, 2014
Noted
Three’s a charm
Complaining is my default mode, so I thought I’d challenge myself to comment on something unreservedly good on offer this fall season: thrilling books by
October 9, 2014
Noted
Rules of Engagement
After a very long summer break I finally feel up to putting a toe in the murky social media water where my blog perforce resides.
September 24, 2014
Noted
By the numbers…
I’ll be staying with a friend for a few days in Paris later this summer. To thank her for her hospitality I decided to treat
June 16, 2014
Noted
Rereading oneself
Spinning My Wheels Procrastination: Take Three. Failing to progress on my summer projects, I reread the work where I left it last year. Although rereading
June 6, 2014
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When Work is the Prize
Procrastination, Take Two: Yes, it’s that time of year in academia. The spring semester is almost over, except, of course for the grading. The papers straggle
May 29, 2014
Noted
Media Manners: Stop Thief: A GPS is tracking you!
Last week I received an email that began: “I am writing to inform you that you are using copyrighted material on your website which appears
May 20, 2014
My Multifocal Life
Infusion for Two
Last week my friend Aiobheann Sweeney and I discovered we were having an infusion (a k a chemo) the same day in the same cancer
May 15, 2014
Noted
Between Procrastination and Productivity
The semester is almost over. Next week is my last class. Soon, my academic calendar will clear and…And what? Which of the many pieces of
May 11, 2014
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.