Family
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“…some good sacred memory…”
Looking back, I wonder: What is hidden over that hill, back over there? Where does it feel right and where can my mother still watch over me? Continue reading
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Why do we take pictures?
Photographs are not so much possessions as they are spirits, even memory incarnate. Continue reading
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House a’fire
I long for verbs, active verbs. Continue reading
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Does it kill cats?
Again, we realize a calm in the turbulent sea of the unsettled. Continue reading
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I have a done a few things well…
I had a college literature professor, Colin Campbell, who likened writers to spiders. Colin would sit behind his desk, his eyes dancing behind his thick glasses, his face expressive and smiling, while with his fingers he would make itsy-bitsy spider motions, like one does for young children, and declare, “The spider makes its web from Continue reading