Monthly Archives: September 2018

The past two days were filled with amazing connections, insights, and impressions. I’m hyper focused right now on coincidence. Jon borrowed a book off my shelf to read on the plane. A collection of sports stories. Second story in the … Continue reading →

From the wrap-around porch we step into the foyer, paying no heed to elephant tusks, Samurai swords, and heads of beasts on display Instead we turn our attention to his book-lined study, where it’s said he read a volume a … Continue reading →

At twelve, he begged his father to take in a game just the two of them lakeside watching the pitcher warm up this perfect day unfolding   A fast ball the crack of the bat ringing in his ears and … Continue reading →

I have a thing for birds. They crop up in my writing often. I am enchanted by birdsong. I sometimes imagine that they are ghosts of those who’ve passed. So, when I opened The Astonishing Color of After, Emily X … Continue reading →