I was siting in my car today, waiting at a stoplight. Having just visited the Starbucks drive-thru, the delicious scent of coffee was just beginning to drift through my car as I chatted with a friend (this lady) on Luna’s bluetooth.
And then I saw them. To my left, through the window of the car next to me, three figures in blue, carrying a white flag with a red cross. They couldn’t be… and yet they were… Union soldiers.
I dance sitting in my car. I can’t help myself. I can’t drive without music. And when I hear music, I have to move. When I hear great music, I have to move even more. And it looks ridiculous. At least I assume. I can’t actually see myself. (more…)
I saw a quote in Panera the other day. A cute quote about a preference for coffee over compliments, attributed to one of my favorite authors: Louisa May Alcott. Being the good little detail-oriented researcher that I am, I went home and looked it up.
Indeed, the words were penned by Alcott. But they were spoken through the lips of her character, Amy, the youngest sister in Little Women.
I found myself conflicted about that. Authors are quoted through the words of their characters all the time. And while I’m glad acknowledgement is given to the creator of those words, I find myself concerned. (more…)