A JHF classic from June 7, 2004. My wife was living in Dubuque, IA taking care of her mother and teaching music. I wrote this after a visit. We were only able to get together several times a year back then. “What do black widows look like?” asked the special guest from northeast Iowa. The [...]
We sat together on the leather sofa she bought once from an artist to watch a video about some foxes up in Newfoundland. You might have seen it. I held the laptop on my guess where with one hand while the other clasped her thigh and pulled her in. How do we survive, you know. [...]
The immaculate fall of the splitting maul. The ineffable release. The way the kindling flies apart, one half landing in the mud, the other off in drifted snow… My wood guy just ran out of wood. They all do, it’s endemic. Now I’ll have to call up half a dozen strangers in hopes of keeping [...]
We were married in front of our wonderful friends in Chestertown, Maryland on January 16, 1981. There’s a photo of everyone taken on the courthouse steps I’ll no doubt find when we move, which can’t come soon enough, either. We only had to walk about a block and a half from our apartment in the [...]
On our way back from walking yesterday, she said, “If we found a house we liked out here, I’d probably be very happy.” I concurred. This isn’t about housing, though. It never has been. It’s about a survivor learning to get out of his own way. That’s the mission. I’ll never get it fully done [...]
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