CliffsNotes: Wuthering Heights Edition

In digging through some boxes in my basement, I made a horrifying discovery.  Buried surreptitiously beneath some actual books and innocent-looking old school papers, I saw the ominous and telltale black and yellow that could only mean one thing: CliffsNotes.  A whole disgusting stack of them.  These were NOT mine.  Perish the thought.  As an English major, I had seen them, around, wasting valuable space on bookstore shelves and giving away many a literary underachiever.  I think/thought they are/were dirty, and cheap, and utterly repugnant.  I…would…NEVER!  Continue reading


From several of the articles I have posted, you can tell I am somewhat of a techno-phobe, and I don’t apologize for that.  Call me old-fashioned, call me just plain old, I miss the days when we weren’t all always linked in/logged on.  I don’t even like having a cell phone at all, not because I don’t want anyone to know where I am, but because I don’t want to be able to be tracked down and forced to come into work, answer a telephone survey, or leave early from some much needed and seldom realized “me time.” Continue reading