Andrea Skinner has told her story, and asked fans of her mother—Alice Munro—to incorporate it into our personal stories about Munro. I agree to her terms. It’s the least I can do. I feel grateful that Skinner finally shared her burden, and sad that she bore it alone for so long. It’s an honor to…
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Perverts, Pride, and Pink Flamingos
Well, the Old Pink burned this morning. It didn’t burn DOWN exactly, but it looks gutted. A friend says the roof is totaled. Hard to see how it makes sense to do anything with the structure now but raze it. We’ll see. It’s a big loss for a lot of people. It’s a moderate loss…
Remembering Lorna
3 years gone, and I feel sure she is resting in power indeed. I wrote this on the day she died. * I am deeply, deeply unqualified to speak about Lorna Hill. So much was great about her. So much was great about Ujima. And when I say great, I don’t mean “the superlative version…