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I’m on a novel kick these days, a real change from memoir and historical bios. I’m so enjoying the language, like the word chestnut, I found twice in two different books. Not the nut roasting on an open fire, but the term for … Continue reading
I was watching The Philadelphia Story (1940) with Katharine Hepburn as Tracy Lord who, describing a boat she and her ex owned (C.K. Dexter Haven played by Cary Grant) called the True Love says, “My, she was yar.” I always … Continue reading
I ran into a friend who said, he really enjoys reading the yarns I tell on my blog. The term yarn took me back for a second since I just read in a bio on Lincoln, he loved spinning a … Continue reading
My friend David mentioned sui generis, in an email…an adjective meaning, of its own kind..unlike any other…inspiring me to write about it. I knew what it meant, since every once in a while it pops up in a book, describing … Continue reading
I was working, when someone used the phrase, speak in elegant conversation, making me take pause. What a lovely concept, I thought, to speak elegantly. Made me think of rubies and pearls, Paris and Grace Kelly …the Chrysler Building and crystal … Continue reading
I’m often asked, why I get up so early everyday, when I don’t have to? It’s my quotidian routine…the daily, typical details of my life, we all have. Mine just begins at 4. It’s what we’re used to, those buoys … Continue reading
I read a lot, and occasionally a word will jump off the page, smacking me good across my cheek. Bagatelle, is the latest. A noun that means, a thing of little importance. A throwaway occurrence or set of circumstances…in other … Continue reading
Crepuscular, from the Latin word crepusculun, meaning related to twilight, or as the movies call it, the magic hour. It’s when dusk descends into dark, as if nature flips a switch…black, murky, shadowy and dim. Misty, lightless, muted and opaque. … Continue reading
The late, great Bill Hicks, when he was bored, read the dictionary. I didn’t quite get it at the time, but sure do now, since I too have come to love words.