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

  • Is God An Apple?

    I saw a ladder leaned against an apple tree today, and was reminded of a paper I wrote in high school on Robert Frost’s poem “After Apple Picking.” It was back in the day when we were required to hand-write… Read More ›

  • Famous Last Words

    My mom’s older brother Dave had a dream the night before my grandfather died. In the dream his sister, who had died from a heartattack, was in a car trying to warn Dave about something. Dave contacted the family the… Read More ›

  • The Old Barn

    Now that we are leaving in a week, we have a list of things to do. We’ve been away from work so long, it’s hard to get anything done as our brains have just about dried up. There are a… Read More ›

  • The Rattling Fan

    We got back from Ireland this week, and my mom was tweaking about her refrigerator, which rattles when the door is shut. You have to keep the door ajar to stop the rattling, but that lets out the cool air,… Read More ›

  • Root Cause Analysis

    At work, we got into something a couple years ago called “the 5 why’s,” which was a way of getting to the bottom of what was going on in a store. You might ask, “why haven’t you hit your numbers?”… Read More ›

  • The Dénouement

    I am a big fan of putting things away. I even like putting away Christmas decorations, and if it’s been a bad Christmas, I’m not as gentle. This is the beginning of our German denouement, and soon, my sabbatical denouement…. Read More ›

  • Dick Mack’s

    I finally had my quintessential Irish pub moment today: a windy, misty Sunday in Dingle. Dawn and Charlotte went back to the B&B in hopes that Charlotte would nap there, which left me and Lily on our own down in… Read More ›

  • Go Mall

    We are in Irish-speaking country now, on the north side of county Kerry, near the ever-popular “Ring of Kerry,” which we will avoid. “Go Mall” means slow down in Irish, and it’s painted on the roads in many places. Despite… Read More ›

  • The Burren

    Dawn said with photography, you have take the picture right when you see it – otherwise, if you wait and try to do it later, the light is different. The same may be true with writing. When I was working… Read More ›

  • The Stars Are Projectors

    Tomorrow we fly to Dublin, then drive across the island to Ballyvaughan, Burren. We chose not to make hotel reservations for most of our stay, so we can be flexible and stop wherever we want. We’ll be driving stick, on… Read More ›