J.B. Blackford

Refine. Hone. Distill. The self is a text, too.

RE: Thanks for the mail, Donors Choose!

“Fun” mail is a luxury anymore. Almost every day, my mailbox brims with recyclable junk, bills, and “grown-up” stuff to deal with. On some rare, peaceful days, the mailbox is … Continue reading

June 18, 2013 · Leave a comment

Literacy: A Christmas Miracle?

When I was growing up, and still to this today, every kid in my family got a “Christmas book.” It now extends to sons- and daughters-in law, nephews, nieces, and … Continue reading

December 22, 2012 · Leave a comment

Reader Interrupted: The Editor’s Curse

Devoting the majority of my educational electives to subjects that would hone my editing pen-blade was a choice I still wholly advocate. I exhausted innumerable hours and highlighters wrapping and … Continue reading

November 5, 2012 · Leave a comment

Bibliotheque, Biblioteca, Bibliothek

Books have made a junkie out of me. I need to be surrounded by them, constantly rotating my way through multiple volumes stacked around the house on couch arms and … Continue reading

October 30, 2012 · Leave a comment

Money Where My Mouth Is

In two previous posts, I reminisced about being read to as a child and ranted about illiteracy and its effect on such a large portion of children in this country, … Continue reading

October 26, 2012 · 2 Comments

Logophilia – Part Two

I know a lot of people who hate to read. Some of the most imaginative, inspired (and inspirational) individuals I’ve ever met shake their heads and say, “Oh I hate … Continue reading

September 24, 2012 · 1 Comment

Logophilia — Part One

As I edited my way through fine art/documentary photographer Charlee Brodsky’s soon-to-be POD book illuminating the stories of recovering single moms and their children at Sojourner House (SH), one of … Continue reading

September 4, 2012 · 3 Comments