When I got off the train at Valpo, I was surprised to see that my weekend hostess was an actual hippie. We hung out with her friends, sitting cross-legged on the floor of her tiny living room, smoking and drinking, talking about the war and civil rights, and listening to Jefferson Airplane.Read More
Fifteen years earlier she was a waitress in a college town. The previous year she had been a student in a college town who was coming to the realization that she liked the town and hated going to college. The waitress job was a temporary answer.Read More
Strapped onto a booster seat, Billy fidgeted and kicked, struggling to get down. Annie giggled and drenched her plate in maple syrup. Mother, with downcast eyes and trembling hands, lifted a coffee cup to her lips. Father, reading a newspaper, sopped up runny egg yolk with a corner of his triangle-cut toast. I sat frozen, wondering when the bad man would burst out again.Read More
To know what we want is easy. The things we are supposed to desire are thrown in our faces all the time: happiness, prosperity, companionship. But to know what we don’t want takes a special ability to see ourselves clearly.Read More
In the arc of his hug I think about how connected we all are. How heavenly cerulean kingdoms can connect heaven and earth despite time. I think about the wide arc of the universe, and how it touches itself in so many places in time and space.Read More
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