Remembering Kurt By David Bania Today is the day that Kurt left. I honestly feel quite empty now that I know he is gone. Last week we all got together and went to the magical Panther Beach after visiting the beloved Beer THIRTY and before having delicious dinner. So that is still ringing to be as if it just …
Steve’s Weekly Blog: Do “Great Writer” and “Nice” Have to Be at Odds?
Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. ― Mark Twain Years ago as a young reporter in Southern California, I ran into various absurd delays on my way to a campus visit by the great Toni Morrison, some of which were not even my fault, and found myself in the odd predicament …
A Cat Named Joan Didion
Usually we don’t see Joni at all. Weeks might pass without me catching even a glimpse of the cat who seems not to long for any human contact. We named her for Joan Didion, but maybe we should have named her for one of the Brontë sisters. Just as they were cooped up in their quarters at Hawarth Parsonage, Joni lives …