My glorious moment today came from the Longform podcast. Aaron Lammer interviews New Yorker writer Sam Anderson, who puts into concrete form the struggle I’m up against. I’m grappling with a super-sized project involving tens of thousands of document pages and dozens of hours of interviews and interview transcripts. This, an entire universe of content, … Continue reading A universe of content
Why wear hoods? Why cover your face? Why be ashamed of what you do? Masked individuals are nobody. Masked individuals are Limp. Masking is anti-democracy. Vote with intent. Vote with integrity. Vote your choice today. Vote. ##
God Holds You offers a chronicle of hope. As we entered the Pandemic Wilderness in March 2020, progressive Lutheran pastor Sarah Scherschligt began publishing daily reflections about adapting to the new constraints. Written with her congregation in mind, these real-time posts transcend the self and her faith community to form a relatable narrative that is both … Continue reading What is mine to do?
our home's a work in progress our family is complete our hearts are missing old friends our wish is that we'll meet! happy Diwali, one and all. ##
i am the family tech genius. The qualifying event is typing this reflection on this new phone. since this is not a product placement initiative, I'll refrain from mentioning the brand of my new device. My initial reaction is that I do not love it. my new minder may have an efficient processor and a … Continue reading Tech genius
listening to post season baseball tonight. the stadium crowd sounds like it always did: an ocean wash, sea reaches shore, saltwater rushes on sand and retreats back again. it's one of the great memories of youth: Pop listening to the Mets in our dark living room. shea crowd alive. the game is breathing, Pop is … Continue reading Baseball and going home
Used to be I could write by hand for ninety minutes at a stretch. My first attempt at a novel, a quarter century ago, I wrote two drafts out longhand, sometimes squatting on my haunches in the African bush, copybook resting on my thigh. I wrote physically as much as mentally (that story, a shoddy … Continue reading Losing it
Syrup. Maple syrup. Is New England out of trees? I was there last weekend and saw lots of orange and yellow and red fall foliage in the brilliant sunlight. Did not expect I'd return to Virginia and find this empty shelving. Why make waffles, why make pancakes, why get out of bed if there is … Continue reading Wanted
I come here tonight to go to bed... I also come here tonight to ask you… to ask you to join in the effort.
I've taken on a surprising new assignment. I have a nice official title, but what it boils down to really is writer in residence. And what is this residence? I report to a cozy white cottage behind a row of heirloom corn off the beaten paths traversing the expansive training grounds of our nation’s foreign … Continue reading A writer in residence