Tag Archives: Lammas Bookstore

3 Quotes, 3 Days: Day 2

For more about the 3 Quotes, 3 Days challenge, see Day 1. When I came to Martha’s Vineyard in 1985, part of me thought I was taking a year off to work on a novel. I never finished that novel, … Continue reading

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Je ne suis pas Charlie

Three gunmen attacked the editorial offices of the French satire magazine Charlie Hebdo on Wednesday. When they left, 12 were dead and 11 injured. In the days since, at least five more have died: four hostages and a police officer. Two of … Continue reading

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Whose Story Is It?

I’m posting this to both my writing blog, Write Through It; and my Vineyard blog, From the Seasonally Occupied Territories. I love it when the two converge like this. Earlier this week I read a blog post on “What Makes Cultural Appropriation Offensive?” Both the … Continue reading

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Singing for Our Lives

We are a gentle, angry people and we are singing, singing for our lives . . . — Holly Near The spirituals choir sang at Union Chapel Saturday night. I knew it was going to be a good night when … Continue reading

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Powerless over T-Shirts

I admitted I was powerless over T-shirts a long time ago but that hasn’t stopped the inexorable growth of my collection. I don’t know how many T-shirts I have. My T-shirts don’t want to be counted. Maybe they’re afraid that … Continue reading

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Death of an Indy Bookstore

Earlier this week I learned that Edgartown Books was closing for good at the end of February. I’m sorry, yes, not least because Edgartown Books took enough interest in my novel, The Mud of the Place, to keep it in … Continue reading

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Bookstores Are Not Sacred Cows

I was a bookseller before I moved to Martha’s Vineyard: book and magazine buyer for Lammas, D.C.’s feminist bookstore. One of the best jobs I ever had. Books are the only thing I can imagine selling in good conscience. Like … Continue reading

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