Life Is In the Margins
Exploring marginalia, keeping commonplace books, and why you need to slow down
I kept good care of my toys when I was a child. They did not dent or break. A large chest by my bedroom door housed them for safekeeping.
My dog, an otherwise obnoxious beagle named Corky, followed my lead. Each night, he pushed his chew toys for safe-keeping beneath the sofa. (He was part of a…