On Anxiety
Down the highway she drove, accompanied by leather seats, a space-age dashboard, all the space climate control could afford. It was like she was completely insu...
Category: personal
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...
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....