I saw the “My Life in Books” meme on several blogs at the beginning of the year. After I wrote my version, I went back and discovered I was supposed to fit the books into a series of prompts. I’m not a big one for prompts, so I’ll just stick with my own version (with all due respect to the prompters).
I was Born of Love (by Rita Baker) to a divinity student and a nursery school teacher.
Although my dad was fond of citing Divine Mysteries, there was no Incident of the Mysterious Priest (by Raymond Fenech) involving him.
My dad taught me about angels as a separate order of being but not Angels of Stockholm (by Neil Desmond).
As a child, I was fond of singing The Bear Went Over the Mountain (by William Kotzwinkle).
In high school, I wrote with a fountain pen, but it was not filled with Bright Pink Ink (by Laura Dinovis Berry).
When my family lived in Enosburg, my bedroom was connected to my brother’s through a heating duct, and the intermodulations (by Steve Carter) of his jazz records wafted into my room at night.
I first felt myself Redlined (by Richard W. Wise) when living in a run-down cinderblock duplex in East Ocean View.
After graduate school, I sought gainful employment in academe by addressing cover letters Dear Committee Members (by Julie Schumacher).
I can attest to the fact that higher education is No Ivory Tower (by Stephen Davenport).
Although I lived in the South for many years, I never made it to Queenie’s Place (by Toni Morgan).
When my husband and I moved back to New England, one of the first places we went was The White Mountain (by Dan Szczesny).
Leora’s Letters (by Joy Neal Kidney) taught me much I needed to know about patriotism and sacrifice.
I have devoted the better part of my career to Killing the Five-Paragraph Essay and other Necessities (by John Warner).
I have met many silly people in my time, but none as silly as Count Arthur Strong in Through It All, I’ve Always Laughed (by Steve Delaney), even though his formative years were marred by living in Britain While the Bombs Fell (by Robbie Cheadle and Elsie Hancy Eaton).
Reading The Maid Narratives (by Katherine von Wormer, David W. Jackson III, Charletta Sudduth) inspired me to write a new short story, “Going Down South,” about a family trip to New Orleans in the early 1960s.