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I Had Forgotten How Thrilling A Snow Day Is Until My Son Started School, And As Much As He Loves It, He Swoons At The Idea Of A Free Day Arriving Unexpectedly, Laid Out Like A Gift.

I'm Much More Willing To Buy A Novel Electronically By Someone I Don't Know. Because If Halfway Through I Think, I Don't Really Like This, I Can Just Stop. I Can't Throw Books Out, Even If I Think They're Crummy. I Feel Like I've Got To Give It To The Library. I've Got To Loan It To Somebody, Or I Keep It On My Shelf. It's Like A Plant.

I Work At Home, In The Country, And Days Will Go By When, Except For My Husband And Son And The Occasional Ups Man, The Only Sentient Creatures That See Me Are My Chickens And Turkeys.

I Have Long Been One Of Those Tedious People Who Rails Against The Coronation Of 'student-athletes.' I Have Heard The Argument That Big-time Athletics Bring In Loads Of Money To Universities. I Don't Believe The Money Goes Anywhere Other Than Back Into The Sports Teams, But That's Another Story.

Most Writing Doesn’t Take Place On The Page; It Takes Place In Your Head.