June 23, 2020
No Memories of Present
Author’s note: I recently discovered this piece that I had written in 1993, my junior year of high school. It brought back so many…
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Essays on books, the writing life, small-town water, and the strange business of being a person. New notes land on the newsletter first.
May 15, 2020
Meet Betty
The child of God lay in her bed, praying. It was early morning, the sun not yet broken over the horizon. The children weren’t…
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May 12, 2020
In-town love affair
I love my little town. Twice a day we have a traffic cop that directs the cars through a busy intersection in the village,…
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May 11, 2020
Monday stream of conciousness
I am counting. This morning it’s a waltz. One two three four five six. I hate running, except for the feeling afterward, when it’s…
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Covid Cognitivus
It’s 6:15am and it’s raining again. April was full of the promised showers, but today is May 1st, and it’s pouring. I pull on…
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Mother’s journal
We lived in a little log cabin that my parents built. A barn out back housed a variety of goats, fowl, a pig and…
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