[amazon_link asins=’0143118579′ template=’ProductCarousel’ store=’theboothafoly-20′ marketplace=’US’ link_id=’c33e494d-9f27-11e8-a68b-29dffb8a1256′]Strangers to the South take a look at this place and react in one of two ways: either they loathe it or love it. Either they see nothing but the region’s excesses and sins and complain endlessly about both (“Oh God, it...
I’ll admit I’ve been on a Brontë kick this summer; heat tends to drive me toward stories about simmering characters in cooler climes, a sure recipe for a Brontë book. But, for all of my repeated readings of Charlotte Brontë‘s prose and my disaffection for sister Emily’s Wuthering Heights, I never bothered to read the work of Anne Brontë. Now, I want to bang on the front doors of all my English teach...
My obsessions don’t make me a better person. They eat up too much time and energy and can turn me into an absolute bore but, they are part of me. I find an interesting subject and suddenly I have to know everything about it. That’s the mark of an obsessive and, as I say, it has its downfalls. But sometimes that drive yields obscure treasures. Obsession is one reason I love Daphne Du Maurier’s stories. Two of h...
Some projects take more time than others. Twenty-seven springs ago, when I knew we were moving into this house, I bought an old, cedar lined, wardrobe trunk, to use as multipurpose furniture. “It can be a coffee table or a lamp table” I caroled to my overwhelmed husband. “While it stores extra blankets and quilts.” “What we need is more floor space,” he replied, eyeing the battle-scarred box, “a...
Ever been slapped upside the head by a forgotten Memory? I’m not talking about the memories with short-cut, easy-access triggers. Those are the ones you use from every day, stuff like your computer password, social security number and how to drive a car. Other recollections get misfiled in dusty cranial drawers so when you need the information, you walk around feeling stupid for five minutes, saying, “I know (fill in t...