This piece of writing started out as a story, at least that’s the way I initially thought about it. The story would be about three people – a couple and a widow – who share a table in an independent living...Read More
“In 1732, George Washington made no entry in his diary for three days after having partaken of the punch served at the hunting and fishing club known as The Fish House.” I glanced up from The Thirteen Colonies Cookbook, and...Read More
I believe in being proactive when it comes to health care. I schedule my annual mammogram on time, make sure I have a colonoscopy every few years, submit myself to the dermatologist’s scrutiny as he scans my body every six...Read More
I drove to my parents’ house forty miles south on a rainy November day. My mother’s call prompted the trip—one I had anticipated. She said she didn’t think it would be long until my father died. Essentially, if you want to say...Read More
This sunny day not enough seeming transparent flimsy as a paper kite, it’s a pretense, a hoax; the sun’s a bright enough joke to poke through its evanescent scenery. Only one child under the bright sun plays alone in...Read More
Twenty miles outside of Eugene, I saw a hitchhiker standing on the side of the McKenzie Highway. He was wearing a faded army field jacket, and he had a small red daypack slung over one shoulder. He looked about as okay as...Read More
As I drove north along the Hudson River, I reveled in the cool morning air. It would be a beautiful St. Patrick’s Day; a perfect day for my concert at the retirement home, followed by an afternoon appearance on a local tv...Read More
The last thing I said to him before he died was, “I love you.” He has always been and will always be the biggest part of my heart. God, he was beautiful when he was born with his down like hair covering his face and...Read More
Miss Stone, the much feared and little respected sixth grade teacher, abruptly halted the singing of Christmas carols, “Billy, why aren’t you singing? You have the words on the papers I handed out right in front of you.” She was...Read More
December 2014Dear Folks, As I sat in my studio the other day, contemplating a 25th Christmas letter, I glanced out my window and saw three moose at the back of the yard — a female lying on the ground chewing her cud and two very...Read More
The morning was both warm and chilly as clouds moved randomly across the sun. My three grown children, Jesse, Jake, and Karen, along with Jake’s daughter Annie, had gathered with me for breakfast at an outdoor cafe. Just one...Read More
-XXXVI- FATHERS AND SONS I have in my wallet a Red Cross card, my blood donor card, and the record and the total amount of my donations over time. Spots of time. Squeezing a rubber ball, cookies and orange juice. It’s two...Read More
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