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It’s the fourth day of the fast, but there is no moment of clarity. It’s the same muddled mystery it always is. We’re watching Mo and Laura paint, but something is wrong. He’s restless, agitated. Something about the counters or … Continue reading
I don’t know anything anymore. Is that normal? is it normal to notice the enormity of everything and just go blank? — the prophet A.M. Homes I’m standing in line at a Subway. I’m sixty three years old. I start … Continue reading
i always wondered what the old saying “beware putting pirate eyepatches on dogs arrrrrgh” meant. now we know. when you go into a store to buy a couple of eyepatches and your sister-in-law comes walking out with two sombreros and … Continue reading
It’s a day to go to Roger Allen’s pottery studio for the first time since he moved on. To walk among his tools in the silence of the still room in back. To gaze at the StarKeepers up front and … Continue reading
He’s standing at the counter. He doesn’t know what to do. We’re getting Chinese food, which strikes me as an odd thing to do in West Texas. I am carrying the tray to our table when I hear the woman … Continue reading
In our defense, they shouldn’t leave mallets next to shiny things. We were clearly set up. Luckily, my legal training (one season of watching L.A. Law until I realized Jimmy Smith spells his name Smits and therefore is likely NOT … Continue reading
He’s looking for something. I can’t help him find it. I had no idea it was possible to be this heartbroken. He’s looking.