Wild and precious
It’s the eve of my forty-eighth birthday. This is the last day I’ll be the same age my big brother David was…
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Messages in my bookshelf
I am going through my books. A lifetime of books, I want to say, although this is not quite true. My adult…
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A surprise starfish from a stranger
While watching TV, my phone beside me buzzed. A quick glance showed an unknown number from Washington State, so I tapped the…
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Imagining my brother at 60
Today marks my big brother David’s 60th birthday. I doubt he ever imagined himself at 60, so youthful was his entire sense…
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The best goodbye is still a hard goodbye
How appropriate that the cat would die on New Year’s Day after a year like we had, disabusing me of the notion…
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Get some awe.
When I was a tiny kid, my parents built a simple cabin in East Texas, tucked into the woods. On many weekends,…
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Out-aging my big brother
This week marks 12 years since my big brother David died. David was born 12 years before me. I’m now the same…
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Screaming inside my heart, lungs
In my last post, I reflected on how my deceased brother continues to inspire me to get outside and to exercise —…
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Move Your Skin
I often wonder how my brother David would have reacted to developments in the world had he lived. Would he have joined…
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On the Edge of 47
[Not quite the same ring as Stevie Nicks’s “On the Edge of 17”…?] I’m in a brief liminal state between 46 and…
