I am in here.
This is a story handed down.It is about the old days when Billand Florence and a lot of their kinlived in the little tin-roofed housebeside the woods, below the hill.Mornings, they went up the hillto work, Florence to the house,the men and boys to the field.Evenings, they all came home again.There would be talk then … Continue reading Creation Myth
I wonder if conversation does for human beings what the river at night does for the streetlights… it smooths them out, ripples them, attenuates. It lets them be something other than themselves, but still attached to the original. The river at night shows them what they’re not: sparkling, moving, changing.
“Are you ready for Christmas?” they ask me. No, I’m not hiding the fact that I’m converting to Judaism, but I am not buying billboard space either. “Are you ready for Christmas?” is replacing “Hello.” I always say “No.” How can you be, even if you do celebrate the day? The fluffy women’s magazines are … Continue reading Are you ready to rumble?
A thousand people, it seems, came to our house earlier. I would be overwhelmed, and so would Buck, were it not for one fact: none of them wanted to see us. They all, bless them, came to see my son, including 2 cute girls, who he had the sense to be nice to. I missed … Continue reading 1000
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