A more perfect union
“So, Dad, did you know Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are having a debate tonight?” “Yep.” “Are we watching it?” “Nope.” “Why not?” “For the
A note about the end
I used to write much more about my children, but they’re growing despite my best efforts to conserve groceries, and they’re online in their various
That malt shop in the sky
Of all the reasons to cry, the “Beauty School Dropout” number from Grease probably shouldn’t make my list. Yet here I sit, surreptitiously mashing tears
The dividing line
Look, maybe it’s time we cash in our chips. Blow this popsicle stand and buy that cabin in the hills we’ve always talked about. Sink
Backwards in a sideways world
When I was twelve, we were evicted from our house in Florida, a consequence either of Reaganomics or our failure to pay rent for three
A Word for Those Who Would Draw Near to Grief
An electric wire runs through her, scalp to sole, and this grief has stripped it bare. His despair inhabits him, and inside he is falling
Intolerant mercy
Most of us have never endured war amidst our homes and so we can only imagine, if we care to, the terror that drives people
In my dying time
So I’ll just begin with an admission that I know it’s crazy and macabre and most certainly narcissistic. What I’ve been doing in my essays
Single-minded
Maybe you’ll like my latest Image essay, about the struggle for single-mindedness among we sophisticated, double-minded types. Here’s an excerpt: “The soul will follow the
Dance For Your Life
The thing is, I lied about being able to dance when I was courting my wife. How often do people dance any more? Sure, people
Death in Charleston
Tonight I made my way home through rain driven from a shrouded sky. It struck the scorched asphalt, and everywhere was steam. I remembered the
The poor fisherman
From my latest essay at the Image Good Letters site: I am a tense and irritable man with occasional bouts of cheerfulness tempered by fatalism.
