I ran away from home, drove 500 miles to Boise, Idaho, because it wasn’t Oregon and because a few people have told me over the years that it is a nice place, a surprising oasis in the desert that is both the land and the cultural outlook of Idaho…
Essay: “Comfort”
Combing through my archives of writing today and found this in the Anthracite Diaries section of my old blog, Stream of Consciousness. It’s a brief essay about being in my hometown on September 11, 2001 …
Movie Review: End of the Century
I watched End of the Century, the movie about the punk rock band, The Ramones, last night. It had gotten interesting reviews and it was, overall, pretty fascinating. I tend to like movies about music
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Paying Someone Else to Clean Your House
Today, Robin—the angel of feather dusters, the goddess of order and a mopped tile floor—came to clean. I look forward to her visits. Well, I look forward to after her visits when I sit in the living room and look around me at the what she hath wrought…
Caesura Between Trips
I’ve been back from my trip to Northern Thailand for barely two weeks; next Monday, we leave for Kaua’i. Back in December, when I reflected on what I wanted to have happen in this, my 50th year of life, I knew some travel was in the cards.
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