Today is my father’s birthday. I would post some pictures, but the computer on which we store them isn’t quite cooperating with us these days. I would write some tales– and rest assured, I have many– but my state of mind isn’t ready to unfold something worthy of the auspiciousness of this occasion. Alas, these […]
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I learned to like coffee cold and black when I was about three years old, or maybe two. That’s when I was old enough to reach up and take hold of my mother’s coffee mug– the mug she had left on the windowsill or the counter or the piano, preoccupied with Other Things while her […]
Read more1126 Carroll Lane, Hermitage, PAThe Stevenson-Boland HouseAugust 1983-August 2007 It’s easy to miss the driveway at 1126. Unlike all the other houses in the neighborhood, whose short driveways lead to houses not far from the street, the house at 1126 is invisible from the road. The driveway sits close to a neighboring driveway on one […]
Read moreMost days are seamless as water. Weeks, months– these things flow into one another like so many overlapping bays. We have no river mouth, no branching tributary to mark our place. We drift on the current unaware, and then suddenly find ourselves looking for landmarks in a place devoid of any landscape at all: “Did […]
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