It is now the seventh Father's Day that has passed since my dad died. In those intervening years I have not been prone to brooding too frequently or deeply about his passing, or the complicated way we in which we were connected, but I find myself thinking of him quite a bit today. I suppose … Continue reading That Other Sunday In Spring
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Willie And Joe: A Life In Words
My mother turned eighty nine a little over a month ago, and it is not going well. Age has hit her in most of the ways it can; diminished in all capacities, the already considerable psychological issues of her younger life exacerbated to cartoonish proportion. I suppose there are people who manage to get older … Continue reading Willie And Joe: A Life In Words
