Howdy-do friends. May tomorrow! May tomorrow bring you happiness. Solace in So Many Words has many fine contributors but not many have made the best-seller list yet, that is, except for T. C. Boyle. His latest book The Harder They Come is #3 on the Los Angeles Times Bestseller List. (BTW, it makes a great Mother’s Day present.) The Los Angeles Times gives out Book Prizes during its Festival of Books and on April 18, T. Coraghessan Boyle took home the Robert Kirsch … [Read more...]
Archives for April 2015
Glimpse of solace: Kathy Buckland
Here's hoping your reflections this week are as clear and your outlook as bright as those seen in this beautiful photo taken at the Chicago Botanic Garden by Kathy Buckland. Originally from Long Island, NY, Kathy Buckland spends as much time as she can being outdoors with her camera. She recently started a line of stationery called The World Around Us. Follow her on Instagram @ I_M_Kathy. Thanks Kathy for letting me share your work! … [Read more...]
April 20
I guess I could wish you happy April 20; I don't know though. It is an inauspicious date. I saw "Real Time with Bill Maher" the other day -- he's starting a movement to make 4/20 a federal holiday to celebrate pot, and I've got to admit his spoof "Twas the Night Before 4/20" was pretty clever (especially for a bunch of stoners--haha). You can see it here. But it was his explanation of the origins of 4/20 that I noticed because it differed from what I had heard. Bill … [Read more...]
Spring, taxes, and news (Boyle and Aguero)
April 15 is the day to file your taxes in the US. Every year I vow to be more prepared so I am not looking for documents at the last minute or having to make a run to the accountant. But guess what? I never change and I am always somewhat frantic. The same with spring. Each year I pray for it, invoke it, ask that I be delivered from winter, and every time it arrives, I am somehow not quite ready for it. I grumble a bit being awakened from that long winter’s nap. SISMW … [Read more...]
Guest Post: Bonnie J. Toomey, “Mother of You”
Mother of You I am the goddess of lasagna, says my son. I think about this as I layer the marinara and ricotta over sheets of noodle, hopeful I’m able to live up to his praise. I don’t know what makes me look up, peripheral vision, perhaps some womb-like instinct, the pull between two places in proximity - But the forms are there in the open, white-chested dancers, tawny, sloping necks, intent on food. I leave … [Read more...]