I heard on public radio recently, there's a thing called Weed Dating. Singles get together in a garden and weed and then they take turns, they keep matching up with other people. Two people will weed down one row and switch over with two other people. It's in Vermont. I don't think I'd be very good at Weed Dating.
People may think of Southern humor in terms of missing teeth and outhouse accidents, but the best of it is a rich vein running through the best of Southern literature.
Somebody informed me recently that the key to every art, from writing to gardening to sculpture, is creativity. I beg to differ.
Studying literature at Harvard is like learning about women at the Mayo clinic.
Think about scary movies: There's a fine line between horror and humor.