For Lynne…

Who Lately Lives In China but Is Home in America For Just a Little While. We joined with other pilgrims on the journey home. They came from London town, and how it warmed the heart to hear our native tongue again! An onion is an onion still no matter what you call it. A man’s … More For Lynne…

On Reading

I think we ought to read only the kinds of book that wound and stab us….We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the … More On Reading

Visit

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 … More Visit

Art

What is it, do you suppose? I like thinking about this idea and art in all of its varying manifestations. Dance is art, and music; poetry is art, and other forms of writing, too. But most of us, I think, when confronted with the notion of “art,” think of its visual form: that which might … More Art

Oh Boy!

As of yesterday, he’s nine years old. Nine. Happy, Happy Birthday, Dear Everett!!! We are so glad You Are.

A Grand Day Out

It’s been Quite A Semester. Really. Truly. And I won’t go into it now, because I’ve gone into it so many other times before. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’ll leave it to you to read Other Posts. If you do know what I’m talking about then, well, thanks for hanging around. … More A Grand Day Out

Merry Christmas

from spiralling ecstatically thisproud nowhere of earth’s most prodigious nightblossoms a newborn babe:around him,eyes–gifted with every keener appetitethan mere unmiracle can quite appease–humbly in their imagined bodies kneel(over time space doom dream while floats the wholeperhapsless mystery of paradise)mind without soul may blast some universe to might have been,and stop ten thousand starsbut not one … More Merry Christmas

Dress for Success

So we’re not clothes people, Bill and I. I will admit to wanting to be: I admire a well-dressed person– man or woman. I do, in fact, love clothes. But apparently I do not love them enough. Because my wardrobe, like Bill’s, seems to be perpetually Behind in the style department, always a little Lackluster. … More Dress for Success

There and Back Again

I’m wondering if anyone has done a sociological study on modern travel’s impact on people. Because surely this power we have– that of waking up in one place, city, state, even country, and, after a few quiet hours’ sitting, waiting, walking some, and claiming baggage– to find oneself in Another Place Entirely must have a … More There and Back Again