There’s a baby oak tree in the potting room sink. Five years ago, on an August afternoon in North Carolina, I sat with JoHn... Read More
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… on the who outside the bathroom door
Late this morning, I was in the bathroom with, I’m ashamed to say, my phone, when I saw the screen light up with a... Read More
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… on life marching
The truck is all packed. The last load of his clothes – mostly of which he brought down from his bedroom floor (yesterday) –... Read More
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… on the last first day
It’s quiet. No quieter than it is when you went to practice yesterday Or out to the local rib joint with your friends last... Read More