How it was
(this is not fiction. Oh, how I wish this were fiction) Friday, 6:15am. My son is …
(this is not fiction. Oh, how I wish this were fiction) Friday, 6:15am. My son is …
(from the Upajjhatthana Sutra) I am of the nature to grow old. There is no way …
I was very tired for a rather wonderful reason, and now today I’m just tired and …
I’m sitting in the usual Sunday place, working on revisions, and it’s just not going smoothly …
Flipping through an old notebook just now, I stumbled across a Buddhist prayer/meditation that I’d copied …
(That title should provide some interesting Google hits) Marilyn Monroe is on the cover of the …
I just read this terrific essay on DeLillo’s Libra, a book I finished reading yesterday. It’s …
The only real disappointment so far from this first year of gardening (the whole toxoplasmosis scandal, …
Would you care for half a mouthful of broccoli, dear? Read more →
So I started early on the revisions. But just two days early. I was scheduled to …