A catalog of the stuff in my apartment
Earlier this year I met a reader of this blog who told me my work reminded him of Erma Bombeck. Since I hardly ever write about my experiences as a harried suburban mom, I assume what the reader meant is that he finds me funny. Or maybe witty, which is what you call a funny […]
Virgil can supposedly tell you the future. You just open the poet’s works at random, point a finger, and voilà. There’s your fortune. Several years ago, I attempted this method of divination—known as the Virgilian lottery or the Sortes Virgilianae if you want to get insufferable about it—and landed on one of the passages in […]
Indirect Objects 