supposeLife is an old man carrying flowers on his head. young death sits in a cafesmiling, a piece of money held betweenhis thumb and first finger (i say “will he buy flowers” to youand “Death is younglife wears velour trouserslife totters, life has a beard” i say to you who are silent.– “Do you seeLife? […]
Read moreAfter yesterday’s post, I think that, in the interest of Honesty, I should tell you, O Reader, that I do not faithfully read the books stacked at my bedside. While almost all of them are books in the process of being read by me, I don’t want you to think that I am some sort […]
Read moreCurrently, right now, in two neat stacks of seven each (which only Just So Happens to be the case; I didn’t realize, until I counted, that I had seven in each pile), Fourteen Books in the process of being read. By me. Except for one, which I finished last summer. A Community of Character: Toward […]
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Read moreI was raised watching Little House on the Prairie. You know the show, right? It was on the air for a Long Time, and we watched it religiously on Monday nights, 8 p.m. sharp. I grew up with Laura, really, and rooted for her in those schoolyard fights with Nellie Olsen, and rooted for Ma […]
Read moreHere at the end of the day I come crawling to a stop. I taught all day and lost my voice again and am wondering what’s to become of this lately chronic malady. A doctor’s appointment is clearly pressing, but other things press harder, and it’s to these things I attend. So today I attended […]
Read moreThis is Emma Grace and her friend Gillian and one of our kittens, Smokey, who is wearing (in case you can’t tell) a Terrible Towel. And to the party we attended tonight, Bill and I both wore our Palamalou jerseys, and Bill also wore Will’s Steelers ball cap, under which he wore the Palamalou “wig” […]
Read moreCan heaven and earth, then, contain you, seeing as you fill them? Or when you fill them, is some part of your being left over, as they cannot contain you? And where do you pour it back, this portion of you that remains after you have filled heaven and earth? Or do you not need […]
Read moreHow does it come to this? It’s a half hour before we have to be at Sam and Daniele’s house, and I haven’t made the salad, and I don’t have the cheese. Emma and I made it home in plenty of time: we would do her reading assignment and her narration; she would put away […]
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