Pure Colour by Sheila Heti is “that rarest of novels – as alien as a moon rock and every bit as wondrous” (Kirkus Reviews). Or maybe it’s “an underwhelming fable, a sort of Generation X Jonathan Livingston Seagull”(Publisher’s Weekly). I’m trying to sort…
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A bee in winter travels into the new year finds open flower * * * Happy New Year, friends! I took an online haiku class this fall through St. Mary’s Sewanee. You might want to check out their offerings for…
Patricia Eastwood returns to Bacon today with a lovely meditation on the mad, mad world (and two books she’s read recently). From Patricia: Some things seem so routine – the rhythm of the tides, traffic, me walking to my mother’s…
It began innocently enough. She walked into a bookstore, a famous one… The green carpet had seen better days. It almost had a seedy feel, that carpet. Like it should have been in a roadside motel. It had seen a…
It started in the attic, where a fan shorted out. “It then caught the HVAC ductwork on fire and followed it like a fuse,” Matt texted. He and his wife Mary were visiting their older daughter in Atlanta at the…
I’m dreaming of Dandelion Wine and Tokyo nights; of rock bands and robots; of love. I’m dreaming of happily ever after; of journeys, and childhood, and home. I’m sailing to a world of pure imagination in these Top Five Summer Reads… please join me!…
My husband and I left Pepper and Daisy at home when we went out to dinner a few nights ago. Daisy stayed in her crate – against her will – because she is a puppy and likely to get into…
My friend Mary Jo Shankle has found her way – perhaps her calling – during the pandemic. Here’s what she has to say. Thank you for spending some time in the Bacon Neighborhood today, Mary Jo! It’s a beautiful…
If you want to know a person, figure out what aggravates them. For Sean Kinch? “My hips creak when I run, clever mice in our basement have learned how to avoid traps, Balzac wrote too many novels, and I have…