Last week I posted the letter my grandfather sent to my grandmother, Martha, after she found out he was cheating and left him. This week’s installment is a letter from Christine, the other woman, pictured next to my grandfather second from left above, who also had a kid and a spouse. According to my mom, Robert married her two or three . . .
You guys know this isn’t my job, right? I feel awkward saying it again, but some people still don’t seem to realize: the site is a hobby. Of course I’m always glad to hear from readers, but I don’t wait in suspended animation for email and books to arrive. My actual job is incredibly glamorous. I sit within the . . .
An Indianapolis theater company held a staged reading of Kurt Vonnegut’s self-described “simple-minded play about men who enjoy killing.”
Textbook publishers: charging “outrageous prices for new textbooks while simultaneously doing everything [they] can to make older versions unusable or obsolete.”