Sunday, June 2, 2002 at 9:59AM Author Elizabeth Vrato says of her book The Counselors: Conversations With 18 Courageous Women Who Have Changed the World, "I want my readers to feel like they've just had a cup of coffee with Sandra Day O'Connor . . . She might say something that she wouldn't just say to someone at some cocktail party." [Via Law.com] A.k.a., she might say something she might just say on a blog.
Sunday, June 2, 2002 at 9:29AM I'm with Ernie, but also with Ed. Patience, child, all in time. Maybe it's purely a Donna Summer thing.
Sunday, June 2, 2002 at 9:14AM Fastest summer on record as the fog's in and June Gloom decided it was a day late and - well you know. That, and Shelley, are reminding me it's been too long since I took in this same ocean from a higher, colder place, wading through sharp grass, breathing through down, looking but not finding a stretch of water that was not white.
Saturday, June 1, 2002 at 6:04PM Washed a year and two months worth of bird doo off the mailbox today, which is precisely how long my husband and I have lived in our first mortgaged, non-shoebox apartment home.
Saturday, June 1, 2002 at 1:27PM It's one of those days when you should live here and I should get outside, fast. Especially because I've already read this month's column from Justice Bedsworth, in which statutory construction meets apparel deconstruction through the arrest of two collegiate dryads who did their part for local morale by scampering through the streets of Orono, Maine without their backpacks. "Apparently, no search was conducted." Cross-reference (or cross-undress): U.C. Berkeley's Naked Guy.
