sunken souffles & sentient snow
"Reality, gone flat from sitting out too long, has been re-carbonated." That sentence!
The inflated souffle that falls! Captures that all too frequent writerly phenomenon perfectly.
I love Joy Williams. Haven't read this particular story but will now.
Thank you for these exquisite essays, and for sharing your unique way into experiencing literature. You've changed how I read! ❣Merry Christmas❣
Thank you Rhonda!
Wow. Thank you. Merry Christmas and hoping for a happy new year of more of your posts.
Another utterly enchanting essay...
Thank you for a year of respites from reality.
Happy holidays!
Thank you for this. Merry Christmas.
How delightful, and thank you for these two sentences. "Let’s just toss out this sad sunken thing and open a pint of ice cream." And, "Reading it is a spacious sort of bliss." Merry Christmas to you too.
Wow. A stunner. Here’s to more of this, not to be greedy., but thank you!
"Reality, gone flat from sitting out too long, has been re-carbonated." That sentence!
The inflated souffle that falls! Captures that all too frequent writerly phenomenon perfectly.
I love Joy Williams. Haven't read this particular story but will now.
Thank you for these exquisite essays, and for sharing your unique way into experiencing literature. You've changed how I read! ❣Merry Christmas❣
Thank you Rhonda!
Wow. Thank you. Merry Christmas and hoping for a happy new year of more of your posts.
Another utterly enchanting essay...
Thank you for a year of respites from reality.
Happy holidays!
Thank you for this. Merry Christmas.
How delightful, and thank you for these two sentences. "Let’s just toss out this sad sunken thing and open a pint of ice cream." And, "Reading it is a spacious sort of bliss." Merry Christmas to you too.
Wow. A stunner. Here’s to more of this, not to be greedy., but thank you!