Tag Archives: Lammas Bookstore
Laundry Musings
I don’t need a calendar to tell me what season it is. My laundry line makes it clear. Guess what? It’s summer! Saturday’s laundry line included lots of T-shirts and no long pants. What prompted this particular laundry day wasn’t … Continue reading
Recovering Musical Treasure
A month ago I posted about clearing space on my never-used-as-a-desk desk to make room for a cool gizmo that had just arrived and was still in its (large) box. It continued to sit in its box till a few … Continue reading
Supply Chains
When the shelves — any shelves, in any store — are fully stocked, I seldom think much about how the products got there. When I can find everything I need, I seldom think “What if I couldn’t?” More often I … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 