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  • My Relationship with Words

    Some books have a nice aroma. Read more

  • Hamburgers

    when I show up at the Silver Diner or the Union or Founding Farmers, the cook better be ready with some ground beef to sizzle on the outside and toss on a bun. Read more

  • Illusions

    Surrounded by reality, I had to accept that it didn’t matter what the mirror said about the objects on the road. I just had to make my way home. Read more

  • Black Friday

    I ventured out this morning, the most dangerous shopping day of the year. The sun shot through the ice-frosted windshield, blinding me against my destination. I pulled over and blasted the defroster, a hurricane of sound shattering the silence. Sight restored, I started off again, only to be held against my will at a traffic Read more

  • How i learned to stop worrying and love the rain

    Well, race day is here and I can finally stop obsessing about this. For at least ten days I’ve watched cold trade with rain for which element would cause the most pain at today’s Manchester Road Race. Last week we were looking at a dry low thirties and I commented, That’s better than a wet Read more

  • Of Thee I Sing

    The song stirred an intuition in me, nothing I could articulate but no less fixed and definite. Pride. My country was special. I felt blessed to be part of a country that inspired hope in people from all over. Read more