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Daily Diversion #67: Most of the Photographs from My North Carolina Excursion Revolve Around Wine
“It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.”-Charles Baudelaire Continue reading
[Links] Famous Authors Reading
I love studying photographs and paintings of people reading. Given how many times I come across these things online, I am definitely not alone. Check out the images of famous authors reading famous books, over on Flavorwire. My favourites? Patti Smith and Anton Chekhov, with Faulkner coming in a pretty close third.
Time Capsule: Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde in America (Courtesy of Retronaut)
Daily Diversion #53: View from My Sickbed
I’m slogging my way through a bout with the ‘flu. Fortunately, I have all of the necessary accoutrements to smooth the path to wellness…
a classic novel, a gory modern mystery, a thick volume of arty, compelling letters, and a cuppa steaming Earl Grey. *
*Not pictured: two yellow dogs and one calico cat cocooning me with their furry warmth, purrs, and murmurs.
Daily Diversion #42: Dublin Will Be Written in My Heart*
It’s no secret that the Daily Diversion series features visual slices from the non-writing part of my life. Naturally, the photographs are always original Maedezs. I’m making an exception today-a magnificent exception.
My sweet, fierce, and always inspiring momma is on the first day of a five-week solo backpacking journey across Ireland and England. When she confided her vacation plans to me a year ago-a little breathless, but terribly excited-I saw her as I have always seen her, since I was a wee girl: as a passionate, committed, creative, free-spirited, positive woman. Any fearlessness I possess, is because of her. Any single-mindedness. Any ability to see beauty in the finite or the infinite or to see possibility in all things, however graceful or raw. It’s all because of her.
Her adventure starts in Dublin.
*”When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.”-James Joyce
Both photos are courtesy of my mom, Kay.






