writing

on the death of a friend

“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands…
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making room

A few weeks ago I phoned my son Jack in Asheville. “How would you feel about me taking over your…
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who is we?

If you’ve ever fallen out of touch with a friend, you already know this: reconnecting isn’t easy. You quiet your…
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moments of seeing: books!

Sometimes, life sits you down in a chair and insists that you stay put, doing the thing you’re really meant…
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how we spend our days

Annie Dillard wrote, “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives,” a line that resonated…
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Why I write: “We still and always want waking”

I’ve been fascinated, over the last month or so, to read so many of my favorite bloggers’ answers to the…
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