What I learned from Holden Caulfield, whom I got to know in Mrs. Levinson’s 11th-grade English class (where Jane sat a few seats behind me, by the way)….
As a reader:

An honest-to-goodness unreliable narrator is …

Jane
At the end of the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, HBO aired the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, 25th Anniversary concert.   I usually approach these sort of things with a modicum of wary disdain – …

Dear Readers, 
Wow, it’s been a long time since we’ve been here.  We both miss you, and posting here, terribly.  Jane and I talk over the phone fairly frequently, and in amidst our respective trials and …

LIZZIE
Dear Brooke,
I first “met” you when we were both 12 years old. I was sitting in my orthodontist’s office, getting ready for the next wire-tightening that would rein in the ambitious, odd-angled teeth that were …

Yesterday, my youngest sister–the "christener of Snow Cat," to whom I referred in my last post as "Gina,"–exchanged blog links with me.  Clearly, we were both in happy writing mode as the snowflakes fluttered down …

Lizzie
When Jane and I went to high school in New Jersey in the early 80’s, there were no state-imposed SOL’s (standards of learning) or tense parents’ Q & A nights for the Sex Ed program.  …

My hometown of "Pleasantville," New Jersey, enjoyed the glorious status of being a regular stop on the Erie Lackawanna train line into Hoboken.   The neat brick train station, with its urine-smelling underground walkway, formed the …

In which Jane and Lizzie learn about the similarities of their dysfunctional families growing up, and regret not having this information back in the day…  An early morning chat is lost to the ether, but …