remember.

I am not interested in political statements or warnings or diatribes on this anniversary of 9/11. I’m not inclined to write a post about how we’ve lost our way in the years since then, about how the terrorists have won if their goal was to irretrievably break this...

before the end times

Happy birthday to my mom, who would be 85 today. This is one of my favorite photos of her, from one of the best times we ever had together, in Munich, 1981. She sold some of her treasured Madame Alexander dolls to afford to fly (for the first time) to see me when I...

37 years ago today

Daddy was a barber. He opened “Modern Barber Shop” in our North Carolina town, and my childhood was spent there; days after school were for sweeping hair and playing school by myself in the cozy, dark little vestibule at the back of the shop. I...

Know the point of your life

“Sheridan’s gifts as a teacher were as rare as the purity of his passion. Wherein did these gifts lie? In his brilliance? Yes. In his mastery of his subject? Of course. In his capacity for lucid, concrete, and vivid explanation? Again, yes. But there is another...

Let the poemapalooza begin!

April is National Poetry Month. I know, I know. You don’t do poetry. You lost the urge for it when your English teacher made you beat it senseless. Come back to the word that captures a world. Each April I feature a poem every day on 37days. It is my way of reentering...