“I read a review of the new Philip Roth biography the other day. The author quotes Roth saying, ‘aging is a massacre.’ I agree!” — our devoted friend, Jan, April 5, 2121, 20 days before her cancer diagnosis.
I was addicted, but how I became addicted wasn’t all that puzzling.
What was that thing in the middle of the field? A dead animal? A blanket? Worse, a baby wrapped in a blanket?
Why had I purchased 200+ pieces of art for a small, 840-square-foot home with limited wall space?
“April is the cruelest month,” begins T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Wasteland, regarded as one of the most important poems of … Read More “The Cruelest Month — Part One”
Ever perfunctorily greet and walk past a stranger at 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning who then yells after you, … Read More “Little Lighthouses”
“They can be gods, idiots, or worms. They are able to nurture children or terrify adults. They survive indefinitely without … Read More “Silencio Blanco (White Silence)”
My mother has been on my mind and heart a lot lately. Like me, her favorite season was Fall; a … Read More “This Little Light”
“The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the convinced communist, but people for whom the … Read More “Truth Meltdown”