Tag Archives: A Moveable Feast

These passages – and the funny nicknames – have become a running joke between my wife and I since we read A Moveable Feast. Hemingway on balancing work and childcare: So the next morning, I woke early, boiled the rubber … Continue reading →

You God damn complainer.  You dirty phony saint and martyr, I said to myself. – Ernest Hemingway in his posthumously published memoir, A Moveable Feast, a book describing his days as a young, struggling writer living in Paris.  He makes … Continue reading →