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“Hang on to yourself” (the faith, identity theme)

Posted on June 14, 2017 by

Half-way complete today! This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5. It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the … Continue reading →

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‘Blood stain from a rabbit carcass on the front doorstep’

Posted on May 15, 2017 by

It took me 55 minutes to walk from my mother-in-law Beth’s back to our house after dinner. It was dusk but I didn’t get rained on, I got home before dark. There’s a part of the walk that goes up … Continue reading →

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Six days in hell one May, Las Vegas

Posted on May 13, 2017 by

I needed a win pretty badly. I’d just gotten off a project from two years that really never went anywhere. I didn’t realize there’s a skill not only to leading projects but killing them or figuring out how to get … Continue reading →

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Early autumn mixer

Posted on September 28, 2016 by

In the morning the moon was a hook and we sat under it going down. Lily and I went birthday shopping for Charlotte intent on a guitar and a bake set but came out with a $120 giraffe. No one … Continue reading →

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The motivations of a ghost

Posted on July 27, 2016 by

When I took my first sabbatical in 2009, I left in July and came back mid-November. With the way it worked, you could go for up to six months and return to your old position but after that, and up … Continue reading →

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‘Is it heaven or Las Vegas?’

Posted on May 3, 2016 by

On Mondays I’d play Miles Davis driving in to work, “Kind of Blue.” I liked the wordplay and the solemn start to the album that matched the start of the work week, and seemed to be saying you’re fucked, but … Continue reading →

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Four months 18 summers ago in France

Posted on February 8, 2016 by

In the fall of ’97 I announced I would be leaving my job at Starbucks that December, moving home to Pennsylvania for a few months and then on to southern France, to live in a condo on the beach a … Continue reading →

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