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The Daily Dilettante # 5: Bad Romance

When I was twelve years old, an older friend turned me on to romance novels.  Hungry for passion and smut, I devoured every one I could find, and in 1983, that was a lot of smut. One of my favorite books was “Summer of the Raven” by Sara Craven (yes, it sounds funny when you…

The Daily Dilettante #4: The Importance of Poetry

Recently I attended my annual family reunion. I always look forward to this event, not only because my family is awesome, but because they are really awesome. My family is full of intelligent, creative, and fierce people: writers, lawyers, union organizers, psychologists, teachers, rocket scientists, blue-collar workers, and more. I love them all. Living, as I…

The Daily Dilettante #2: The Book Hoarder

I am an admitted former hoarder. It’s an embarrassing thing to cop to, but not as embarrassing as still being a hoarder. I was only a moderate hoarder: certainly not a level four or five, but bad enough to feel overwhelmed by it. Some points in my life were far worse than other times; I…