Ashes, Ashes
A couple of days ago, I clicked the small ornate letter T on my iPhone, as I do most mornings, and ran…
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New England really knows how to die.
New England really knows how to die. I grew up in Texas where the leaves on the trees slowly, slowly, slowly change…
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Grief in the Digital Age
They say things come in threes. This time, three talented, funny, sweet guys I cared about—all in their early 40s, all musicians—are…
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Morning Glory
I am not a morning person. But I have dogs, so even on weekends I am up by seven or so in…
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A Corgi Named Hank
Our friend Cassie found the four-year-old tri-colored low-rider at a pound in Nashville. She sent us pictures of him with his big…
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Radical Self-Care
The amazing Anne Lamott has often referred to what she calls “radical self-care” in her writing, which she defines as water and…
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The Stealth of Deer
The deer traffic here, The deer from the forest With their considerable bodies, they cross, stepping Soundlessly through camp, As if possessing some magic Over…
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Another Year Older
On my 43rd birthday, I woke up and looked in the mirror at my year-older self. I had a new giant, bright…
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On Finishing (and Not Finishing)
I’m not finished with grad school, though this is technically my final submission. So I guess I’m pretty damn close. Yikes. I…
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Language Obsessed
Kyle Semmel, who goes by K. E. Semmel professionally, is the kind of guy who works to make other people look good….
