laudia Sternbach writes in today's Santa Cruz Sentinel that she's getting tired of "sleeping with dead authors."
Who isn't?
Oh, Claudia, you wanton, wanton woman.
When she writes, "I want to fall asleep with David Sedaris or Dave Barry. Carl Hiaasen or Anne Lamott," I feel her pain. I share her desire.
As one who knows only too well the terrible price you can pay for suppressing these urges, I sent her a note with this advice: "Don't hesitate to sleep with those decadent authors you desire! It's healthy to experiment a little!"
Metaphorically speaking, of course.