My brother calls and tells me he found two crates of CDs. “Stuff you’d like.” he says. It sounds like an accusation. I need CDs like I need a whole in my head, but I was intrigued.

A few weeks later, I attend my nephew’s birthday. We sing “Happy Birthday” … Read the rest

“…

Why do I think October is beautiful?
It is not, is not beautiful.
                                                  But then
what is there to hold one’s interest
between the various drifts of a day’s
work, but to search out the differences
                                          the window and grate—
but it is not, is not
beautiful.… Read the rest

The mountains call me. That looks like fun some say. It’s not … fun. It’s something else. Punishment and reward. Mastering the art of suffering. How badly do you really want something? I suffer to stand where few dare to venture. A view where the world opens up wide – … Read the rest

Every summer I send my daughter to camp. Two weeks alone in a woods filled with strangers. She had never been away from home for so long. The first year was hard. She was eleven.

To keep her spirits up and remind her she’s in my thoughts and heart always, … Read the rest