Bill Pearse

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• The big eraser

  By Bill Pearse on January 22, 2025 • ( 11 )

  

  23 Jan 25 After days of it the fog finally broke and everything looked crystalline or coated in confectioners’ sugar, flocked. Before bed I read Anne Lamott’s memoir, the scene of her with her dad that day at the beach… Read More ›

• Belongings and belonging

  By Bill Pearse on January 21, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  22 Jan 25 In the morning the frost looked like snow on the rooftops and roads and made for art photography that never came out right. I liked the town better when it was empty and closed down and imagined… Read More ›

• Figures in the fog

  By Bill Pearse on January 20, 2025 • ( 2 )

  

  21 Jan 25 All the rooms in mom’s house were irregular, the lines along the ceilings sloped or sagging. The toilet in her bathroom angled downwards. The problem I had with the old photos and going through them was they… Read More ›

• Farmlands and homelands

  By Bill Pearse on January 19, 2025 • ( 5 )

  

  20 Jan 25 It is another night with the heat pad. The ancient looking heater by my bed worked for a few days but then I made the mistake of fiddling with the knobs (there’s no clear on/off logic) and… Read More ›

• First Sunday in Germany

  By Bill Pearse on January 19, 2025 • ( 6 )

  

  19 Jan 25 I went to Uwe and Miriam’s house on Schwalbenhälde and told them about our time at the hardware store trying to replace mom’s Küchenwasserhahn. No matter how well you communicate your problem, people working in hardware stores… Read More ›

• The case for spending your time vs. taking it

  By Bill Pearse on January 16, 2025 • ( 20 )

  

  I went back up the Himmelsleiter but took a different route. It was my first time here in January. After a moody walk in the Jack the Ripper fog the night before I was ready for a walk in the… Read More ›

• The days run away like wild horses over the hills

  By Bill Pearse on January 14, 2025 • ( 3 )

  

  15 Jan 25 Another sleepless trap, tonight in my mom’s 15th-century house, below freezing outdoors and not much different in. She wasn’t joking about how cold it gets. There’s no heat to speak of that makes it to the bathrooms… Read More ›

• LH 491 to Frankfurt

  By Bill Pearse on January 14, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  14 Jan 25 Of course it is impossible to fall asleep on a plane like this. My body, my life’s longest friend, is my greatest foe. Bent in on myself, folded askew, I feel everything. The ankle tendon, the lower… Read More ›

• Famous last words

  By Bill Pearse on January 12, 2025 • ( 5 )

  

  It is hard to imagine things ever being better than this: me in pajamas and slippers with no socks, the days inching out of darkness and peach colored, both my parents still alive and our kids happy, my wife still… Read More ›

• Before coffee got automated

  By Bill Pearse on January 12, 2025 • ( 17 )

  

  Thirty years ago I joined Starbucks in Philadelphia as a manager-in-training, my fourth coffee shop job in four years. I’d work in downtown Philadelphia for a year, then transfer to a Starbucks on Mercer Island, near Seattle, the next summer…. Read More ›

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