Author Archives: Alice Lowe

About Alice Lowe

I am a freelance writer, avid reader and Virginia Woolfophile in San Diego, California. I have published essays and reviews about Virginia Woolf, including two monographs in the Bloomsbury Heritage Series published by Cecil Woolf Publishers, London: "Beyond the Icon: Virginia Woolf in Contemporary Fiction," and "Virginia Woolf as Memoirist." My personal essays have been published in more than sixty literary journals and can be followed on my blog:

This is my brain on baseball

Baseball is a life-affirming pleasure for me, an unbeatable escape from the busyness and stresses of everyday life. The game is enjoyable in itself, but really it’s the whole experience, a mix of keen concentration and idle distraction, of stream-of-consciousness musings. … Continue reading

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Quirky: Strange but Cool

Someone says you’re “quirky”–should you consider it a compliment, a badge of honor, or have you been insulted, patronized? I’ve bounced the word and its significance around from various perspectives, from Webster to literature to pop culture to personal experience. … Continue reading

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Who’d have thought that an essay about New Orleans would find a home in the inaugural issue of the Long Island Literary Journal? “Gumbo” reflects on the idea that my Long Island, New York roots might be a factor in my … Continue reading

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Tat Two

If I continue to get tattoos, I promise not to write about them (but don’t hold me to it). If I continue to get tattoos, there are those who may write me off as gone ’round the bend, beyond hope. … Continue reading

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On Cookbooks

Once more I find that food is a sure way of capturing once-buried memories. My recent essay, “On Cookbooks: Collections and Recollection,” travels through the decades, from the first casseroles to Julia and Jacques, from Betty Crocker to Virginia Woolf. I’m … Continue reading

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In one of Virginia Woolf’s last diary entries she wrote: “Observe perpetually. Observe the oncome of age. By that means it becomes serviceable.” And that’s what I find myself doing. I’m both a participant in and an observer of my … Continue reading

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Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Or some of us, most of us, ok, all of us do at one time or another. After contemplating a recent fall–not my first & probably not my last–and believing the pain and humiliation … Continue reading

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