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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.

• They scratched their names on the stones, in the trees

  By Bill Pearse on August 11, 2015 • ( 20 )

  Dawn took the side of the bed my mom once slept in and that left me the side that was John’s. I’d sometimes look in on him sleeping before we flew back home, but wouldn’t wake him, it was easier… Read More ›

• First day of school in Germany

  By Bill Pearse on August 10, 2015 • ( 13 )

  Homeschooling started on a Sunday in early August, definitely not in the States anymore. We weren’t ready but the kids were, so we started with a discussion about date and time formats, how they’re different here, and why. But I… Read More ›

• Once there was a way to get back homewards

  By Bill Pearse on August 9, 2015 • ( 4 )

  

  My dad told my 91-year-old grandmother, his mom, we’ve moved to Germany for nine months and she seems OK with it, she says. They live about 20 minutes from each other in Pennsylvania — my dad, his sister Sue and… Read More ›

• Dangerous Heat to Build Across Germany, Poland

  By Bill Pearse on August 8, 2015 • ( 9 )

  

  A week without my cell phone now, breaking the habit of checking, responding like a lab rat to artificial chimes and chirps, the desire to be recognized. Benny comes at 5 and spends the night, gets right into the story… Read More ›

• The infinity mirror

  By Bill Pearse on August 7, 2015 • ( 12 )

  

  There are many clocks in my mom’s 500-year-old house but none of them agree on the time, they’re all about 10 minutes off and it’s unclear which one is right — so instead we go by the town church bell, and… Read More ›

• Heat Returns to Paris and Berlin

  By Bill Pearse on August 6, 2015 • ( 16 )

  

  Eberhard and I drove to the Hexenplatz, by the windmill, where you can dump yard waste and pick up compost, for free. Not sure why it’s called Hexenplatz, because Hexen means witchcraft, or miracle-making. The weekly Gemüse delivery came too,… Read More ›

• Full disclosure, on writing (The Hex)

  By Bill Pearse on August 4, 2015 • ( 9 )

  I blew myself out of the page with nothing to make me feel real except the thought my eyes could be my hands and my breath could make me believable.  

• The hopes and dreams of Robert Zimmerman

  By Bill Pearse on August 4, 2015 • ( 8 )

  Not even a week in Germany, and Dawn suggested we revisit our decision about living here, and apply for a year-long residency permit. It reminds me of working in a complex corporate environment, where it takes countless hours and input… Read More ›

• The French series

  By Bill Pearse on August 2, 2015 • ( 6 )

  COLLIOURE, LANGUEDOC-ROUSSILLON LES BATTERIES 25TH VII 1998 Finally got rid of Sean and Seamus. Sean, my bartender friend from Six Arms but Seamus, some angry Canadian/Irish guy he picked up somewhere along the way in Europe, wears baseball caps with… Read More ›

• Lay vs. Lie

  By Bill Pearse on August 1, 2015 • ( 6 )

  BELLEVUE, WASHINGTON 20 JANUARY 2009 Dawn and I sat in the car in the Macy’s parking garage discussing what we’d do if I lost my job, decided we’d move to Germany, liked the idea so much we agreed we’d go… Read More ›