On Having Too Many Books
The yelling echoed throughout my skull. I’ve bought too many books. I won’t read them, they’ll lie around collecting dust. I’ve wasted m...
Category: personal
In Memoriam T. S.
The boy I remember had the most natural of graces. His heart was large, his spirit continually active. If he was crude, forceful, or even a bit of a bully, it w...
In another country, 5/17/14
Dear Laura: There’s a lot to do. I have to find a place to live, continue job hunting, finish dissertation revisions. And I need to publish something beau...
The things that must be said…
…can’t be said. Or they are already said, but we don’t notice. We never notice. The only way to inform someone is to treat them like an idiot....
Back and forth the last few weeks
It hangs by a thread. At first nervousness, followed by exhilaration. Maybe this is a moment to shine; maybe preparation is for the precarious. Not much later, ...