Spring is the season of mud and wild violets The self-importance of tulips Green vines creeping up old oaks And cherry trees in radiant bloom – Arms stretching wide and high Pink and white blossoms exploding softly with beauty and…
Sesame Street was as urban as it got for me, growing up in leafy, suburban Raleigh, North Carolina (“City of Oaks”). My parents took my sister and me on trips across the country that included big city visits, but we…
Spring arrives – not a moment too soon – in pinks and purples and yellows and whites. We’ve been waiting! It’s time for a new book, too. Today’s post features four novels, a short story collection, and a memoir, all…
Here’s a Bacon poem for the sadness of today. In time there will be a far better country song or novel. In the meanwhile, here’s this. I’ve been thinking about what we owe each other. And the journeys we’re on….
How true – really – are the stories you tell about yourself and your childhood? If you were writing them down, would your stories be more or less “true”? Sara Bhatia returns to Bacon today for a reckoning with Laura…
Well shoot – I hate not doing what I said I would. It’s February 28th and I have failed to complete the two nonfiction books I committed to read in January and February – The Future is History: How Totalitarianism…
In February it rains and rains and rains while unhappy pets sit at windows wishing they weren’t stuck inside. Yards are muddy and sludgy and spotted with pools of standing water. An especially large pool developed in the back corner…
You feel a sense of shared humanity at a funeral – always. Shared grief is one of the few consolations in a time of deep sorrow and shock. Sometimes, also, in the woods, you might have the feeling of shared…
We all know this to be true, but it feels good to be reminded: success doesn’t often come easy. Or first. Just ask Newberry-Award winning author Kwame Alexander – he’s coming to Parnassus this Wednesday, February 21st at 4 pm and…