Tag Archives: Ann Patchett

Hardwick Postcard #8: Talk, Talk

There’s not a bland way to write this: gossip is part of the human condition. Gossip in a small town? Can be funny. Or scorching. Arriving at a library meeting, someone walks in and says, I’ve been to the post office. … Continue reading

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Imagination

Yesterday at dusk, while my daughter in her snowsuit gathered icicles and arranged them in an order known only to her, I walked in the cold along our road, the fresh snow recently plowed and sprinkled with brown dirt. How … Continue reading

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