A cover story in the Los Angeles Times: “For Dutton’s books, it’s the end.”

I love this bookstore. My friend and author Diane Leslie has been a part of it for years. I had a book release party there (and at Book Soup, South Coast Plaza, now closed, too) when Pen on Fire came out.

Is NY and the Bay Area the only places where indy bookstores stay alive? Sheesh.

Here’s the story. (You can read the Times story, but you have to register first.)

Trav and I hated to leave Mammoth this morning. Already we’re planning on where to go next, for more snow.

Icicles in the morning….the drive south….the temperature outside–a rarity for these Southern Californians….

Morning view

Travis on the gondola

It’s just coming down. We could spend many more days here.



Snow has been coming down the last couple of days. Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous.

snow

my favorite
color, on the ground, in the
sky, through glass, divine snow

“The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.” — Lao Tzu

“To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color, is like living in Alaska and being against snow” — William Faulkner

Y’all know I love snow, right? Travis and I are in Mammoth. He’s snowboarding and I’m back into my book (and loving the snow). If you don’t love snow, you might as well stop reading now, because what you will find are links to poems with snow in them, and photos of my morning.

Billy Collins’ on snow here and here.

A wonderful piece in Sunday’s Los Angeles Times.