Life is short, how many memories do you need?

Last night I saw the documentary about The Gits at the Clinton St. theater. It was strange to sit in a theater in Portland, 37 years old, and be thrust back to one of the major events of my twenties, the murder of Gits singer Mia Zapata in Seattle. So much of the footage -- shows, people, places in Seattle and the way that they were remembered (" ( Read more... )

Bridge to Terabithia was the first book that ever made me cry, and it's still the only one that's had me bawling. I was probably 11 or 12 at the time, a constant reader who brought home library books in knee-high stacks. I was reading through the youth lit. section, doing most of my learning about other kids through the stories of authors like ( Read more... )