The wise ones fashioned speech with their thought, sifting it as grain is sifted through a sieve.
No small coincidence that I should choose to extract from my book wall (yes, here’s a picture of it), fifth down on the right, Blindness by Saramago. Actually, so as not … Continue reading
It’s holiday season and it’s made me think about ritual. It’s made me think about losing oneself in something larger, whether that be a large extended family around a Thanksgiving … Continue reading
Thanksgiving has always been a very special holiday for me. Somewhere tucked away is a paper which carries me back all the way back to William, the preacher, the rungs … Continue reading
I should not be surprised. Some of the greatest poets and writers have found their passion there… cue Camus and Orwell, Galeano. Franklin Foer in his book on “How Soccer … Continue reading
This was lolling in my “drafts” folder, so I thought I’d slip it in here… Was chatting with a neighbor the other day, who happens to be a very precocious … Continue reading
My daughter, who just turned eleven, has an admirer, a boy from her class. He got her number from another girl, and sent her a text asking her to the … Continue reading
I often think about how our access to so very much both inspires and thwarts us. On the one hand, we can sit in our backyards (or front, at tables … Continue reading