Lindsay Crandall spends her days writing, teaching, photographing, and (mostly) chasing after her toddler daughter Lily. She lives with Lily and her husband Adam in the Deep South, though they secretl
It is Sunday, late in the afternoon. Sunday is a day not only good for church or
football; it is a day when draft beer is half off. My husband Adam and I
The wall of notebooks was the sexiest place in the bookstore. I would stand
before it, searching for just the right one that might be perfect for recording
all of my brilliant thoughts.
Being my favorite of all seasons, fall is synonymous with so many good things:
apple cider, changing colors, pumpkins, and scarves. The downshift to cooler
weather means we can once again enjoy a
I first read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
[http://www.amazon.com/Zen-Art-Motorcycle-Maintenance-Inquiry/dp/0061673730/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1282934972&sr=8-1]
in
That poetry is not a larger part of our cultural conversation is not entirely
surprising. Poetry has gotten a bad rap as something to be picked apart and
analyzed rather than enjoyed for