October 3, 2016 Dear Erika, At the close of our telephone conversation I wondered how much you were aware of the impact of some of your earlier activities and decisions on your relations with your family. If you feel alienated … Continue reading
The rockets’ red glare? Pass. Washaway is next to an Indian reservation, so the Fourth is a Mecca for meatheads seeking explosives. The beach must be avoided at this time, unless patriotic terrorism is your bag. Besides, my firework wallpaper … Continue reading
One image I have stuck in my head is of a 7-year-old girl who was trying to set the record for the youngest person to fly a small plane. She’s wearing a pink T-shirt that says “Women Fly”, about to … Continue reading
Washaway’s proximity to the Indian Reservation makes it a July 4 destination for those seeking professional-grade explosives. As an alternative, I’ve been staying in the city. I spent ten days dog-sitting for my neighbors’ six Chihuahuas. The adults are Choopy … Continue reading
Do you hear what I hear? No, not the clown on the trumpet playing Christmas music, for that would be me! The sound I’m trying to drown out, of the water, so close, on a not-stormy winter night. WHOOOOOOSSHHH. I … Continue reading
“An interval is a gap in time or space, whereas an interlude generally functions to fill such a gap, thus occupy an interval.” -Roget’s Thesaurus “Ever worry about the future, Erika?” a well-off friend who is a doctor asked me … Continue reading
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We’re survivalists without guns, feral as cats. OK, the other half of the revolution IS a cat. I was making chili mac and cheese, watching the second in command smack down and eat a spider so large as to make … Continue reading