It is turning colder here, and we’ve already had our first fire and roasted s’mores. I am thinking of my summer vacation, which was, to say the least, a curious one. But time smooths out the weird parts and I get to keep the good stuff.
So bee-you-tee-ful! You can look at more like it on Jessica’s website, where she also tells stories about me.
In remembered rapture: the writer at work, author bell hooks says, “It takes critical vigilance not to be swept away by all the forces of materialist greed that encourage any writer eager to be more successful to dispense with integrity in the interest of making the big deals.” She says, “Young writers . . ….
I know many of you have been looking at the calendar, and I wanted to give a brief update about Jessica’s condition. The surgery went well, and she is out of the ICU and in a regular med/surg bed at the hosptial. She has been eating chicken strips and french fries and drinking as much…
So I promised myself that I wouldn’t overschedule my time this summer, because I wanted to have plenty of opportunity to finish a handful of creative projects I’ve been working on since forever. This is how I thought it would go: But if you have been following along, you know that it has gone…
I am at the coffee shop and I am thinking, which means—today, anyway—that I am staring out the window and wondering whose life I would rather have. Most of the time my observation is none of you people have the slightest idea what the fuck you’re doing, do you? and so my answer is, conveniently,…
The first one comes in the fall of Jessica’s junior year, a letter from the admissions office of Kansas State University. I don’t immediately recognize what it is. Once I do, for a moment hope flaps its vain and tinsel wings. Maybe it’s true. Maybe my daughter can go to college, and get a great…
