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“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ― Anton Chekhov

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  • Digging Daily Dirt: A Garden Story

    I’ve always wanted to be a famous writer, not prolific like John Grisham, but rather famously obscure, like J.D. Salinger, only with less baggage and regrets. Being famous seems like a lot of trouble. Fortunately, like most people, I’m famously… Continue reading

    Digging Daily Dirt: A Garden Story
  • Shadows of Our Fathers: part 1

    The Story Dad Told to Me Only Once It is remarkable what lies within our memories, lying dormant, unobtrusive, but suddenly lit up and part of us like no time has passed. I was thinking about the stories we tell… Continue reading

  • Shadows of Our Fathers: part 2

    1935 The story Dad told that I had never heard was about his dad and Mickey Mantle’s twin brothers. It wasn’t so much a story as it was a brief wistful lament. Koufax and Gibson were both born in 1935,… Continue reading

  • The Real Light of Day

    “What you see in a total eclipse is entirely different from what you know.” Annie Dillard Continue reading

    The Real Light of Day
  • Growing Up Oscar

    In the wake of a strange Oscar Sunday night, I was thinking about the films I really watch and enjoy versus those that win best picture. I have seen two films from 1967, In the Heat of the Night, (Best… Continue reading

    Growing Up Oscar
  • Wind Dancer

    My granddaughter, Holland, just got a new pair of sneakers. She looks down at her feet and marvels that just fourteen months before her feet were tucked in the fetal position. Okay, maybe she can’t recall those moments in the… Continue reading

  • Living and Dining in 4/4 Time

    Happy Birthday Karen! Thanks for having a birthday so I could enjoy a large slab of coconut cream pie. Although, I knew there was trouble on our first date. What could go wrong with a large shared pizza? I once… Continue reading

  • Finding a Happy Age

    reminiscence draws us back to a place when feelings were intense and the world was our oyster. As Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote, “Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.” Continue reading

  • A Christmas Prayer

    There has been much to bear this year. People ask me how I’m doing. Mostly I reply, “One day at a time.” I can’t count the number of times friends have said to me that they want to help us,… Continue reading

  • Beyond Work

    Thanksgiving requires work: changing linens, cooking and baking, laundering, housecleaning. With Karen unable to do her typical hosting, the family stepped up to do all those things Karen typically does. My brother the doctor repaired Karen’s raised garden bed. Delicious… Continue reading

    Beyond Work