Mary Wells: wOw Keeps Me From Reading

wOw wants me to write pieces with pictures no less and I am also supposed to send answers to questions that invade my life and reveal themselves everywhere, in the popcorn, in the salad, in my telephone bills. I used to read myself to sleep nights but since wOw I go to sleep pondering answers to what will happen to Hillary now, for God’s sake — and now what do I think about Saddam’s weapons of mass destruction — and what will happen if my granddaughter wears a nose ring to school — and what did happen to good old Bill Clinton for heaven’s sake — and are there really angels and is Tom Cruise one — and on and on. I know I have read books because I have piles of them next to my bed and all have corners turned down but obviously none of them got to my psyche. Next year.

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