A few years ago I received as a gift a fuzzy white blanket printed in script with the words, “I remembered that the real world was wide.” The quote was attributed to Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, a book I have read at least five times and perhaps more. While I appreciated finding some Jane swagContinue reading “Review: Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre”
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Your inner voice
The woman on the playground and her companion are speaking Italian. Their words are just barely audible, but every once in a while their voices carry, the rapid-fire words punctuating the hot August air with the reminder that we are, alas, not in Italy, though Delaware is a nice place to be. I write toContinue reading “Your inner voice”
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