MY RECENT POSTS
- I'm Sort of Thinking About
Procrastinating, Maybe
July 10, 2012 10:33AM - Bluish Blood
January 07, 2012 02:50PM - Blue Moon
December 26, 2011 07:52PM - Unmarried Christmas
December 19, 2011 01:49PM - Ride to Eat
November 30, 2011 07:33PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I am indeed
honored--when the review of
your book gives your
book a
run for the m…”
March 06, 2012 03:01PM - “I appreciate that too,
Denise. The subject is
rather
infinite, isn't it? As
wel…”
February 05, 2012 06:13PM - “You got that right,
Raymond. Real
right.
Thank
you.”
January 22, 2012 08:44PM - “This matters.”
January 16, 2012 09:34PM - “Friends are thinking of
taking their daughter out of
public
school because they
f…”
January 12, 2012 12:58PM
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JULY 10, 2012 10:33AM
I'm Sort of Thinking About Procrastinating, Maybe
1. Write letter to
prison pen pal. This will prompt three long letters in return,
filled with lists of books read and questions about what you are
reading now (letters from prison, primarily), so you feel guilty
and have to respond at least once more,… Read full post »
JANUARY 7, 2012 2:50PM
Bluish Blood
Let us
talk for a moment about privilege.
There is the type of privilege that is simply being here, now, alive. This is the highest. Then there is the privilege of, say, owning such an amazement as a dishwasher, an appliance that accepts greasy dishes and/… Read full post »
There is the type of privilege that is simply being here, now, alive. This is the highest. Then there is the privilege of, say, owning such an amazement as a dishwasher, an appliance that accepts greasy dishes and/… Read full post »
DECEMBER 26, 2011 7:52PM
Blue Moon
Certain passions, I now realize, are
an inextricable part of the time of life in which they occur,
although they feel solely like a part of us. But then we move on.
They are forgotten, like the toys of yesteryear. On occasion we
pull… Read full post »
I can't seem to remember
where we went last Christmas. Was that the year we drove to Ohio,
and I cried ceaselessly for six days? Or was that the year we
almost missed the plane to Utah because of a traffic stoppage on
the Thruway, and… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 30, 2011 7:33PM
Ride to Eat
The motel nights
punctuated the days: the period at the end of the sentence. The
next day, a new sentence to write. At last, they strung together in
a long prose poem, The Big Trip. The meaning was not known until
the end. And the… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 30, 2011 7:27PM
Falling
Walking through the fall woods, suddenly I make a realization: All squirrels have granite countertops. You think you are cool, stepping up to the de rigueur symbol of attainment in today's world? You secretly go into your kitchen in the middle of the night, don't you, and stroke that cold, shiny,… Read full post »

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