A medicine for melancholy: my memories of Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury is dead. I learned of this today via Twitter, and my eyes welled up with tears immediately. My mother, hearing the news, invited me to call her at work so we could commiserate. I came to Bradbury’s work in the third grade, or thereabouts. I suspect my godmother was responsible. Her husband was […]

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