Books I’ve Read in 2018

I meant to read fifty books this year but I only made it to forty-six whole ones. I don’t finish books I don’t enjoy, and except for one by a dead author that I had to read for work, I enjoyed every single one on this list in varying degrees enough to not throw across the room. (Just kidding I would never throw a book except that I have thrown a book and I will throw a book again if one makes me mad enough.) Back to my 2018 reading, listed here in the order in which I read them….

Friday Free Topic: Dear Twenty

My trek through my old college downtown last weekend got me to thinking about how lost I was in 1990 at twenty. I was more together at seventeen than I was at twenty because one year away from college graduation, I thought all the wrong things mattered. Wouldn’t it be great to be able to send just one letter to yourself at that gorgeous, lost age of twenty? This would be what mine would say: You’re not fat. Stop staying that you are. My God, look at you. Also, your hair will never be this magnificent again. I only say this…

I Stopped Dyeing My Hair

In the late nineties my baby and I waited at the corner of Euclid for my husband to get out of class at UC Berkeley so we could go to dinner when a beautiful young woman walked towards us down Hearst Avenue. We were about the same age, twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She wore a plaid skirt and tweed jacket like somebody out of The Paper Chase and her long hair was shot with gray. I stood amazed, fraught with jealousy, horrified. By the time she passed us without even a smile for the baby, I had constructed an entire mythology surrounding her. She was…