Tag Archives: Donna Tartt’s “The Goldfinch”

The Rainbow Edge

I’m surrounded by naturally occurring works of art. One enterprising bird has woven into its nest a glistening silver lining, a discarded strand of Christmas tinsel.  Another bird strides forward with a beak full of yellow-green buds to festoon its … Continue reading

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Any Art at All

I had an especially peculiar seventh grade Social Studies class.   On many occasions, my (single) teacher would wander off with another section’s (married) teacher in objectively suspicious circumstances (involving exaggerated body language and eye contact)–even to eleven and twelve … Continue reading

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The Rusty Nail

It is Jim’s birthday.   The last birthday he spent with us fell one month, to the day, after the November afternoon when we learned my husband’s illness was incurable. It has been said that by one’s 50th birthday, one … Continue reading

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Let There be Light: The Bright Middle

The bright middle: Jumpha Lahiri’s most recent novel described it as “[a] time of day lacking mystery, only an assertion of the day itself.  As if the sky were not meant to darken, the day not meant to end.” Lately … Continue reading

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