The Eastern Towhee
Where I sit at work, in the last row of desks in the newsroom, my view is mostly of computer screens, the backs…
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Stan Cornyn and the liner notes
In an earlier installment I made a list of the 10 most influential books in my life. It wasn’t easy to do, writing…
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Mental music
Mental illness comes in many forms. Mine renders me functional to the extent that I perform enough work to get paid now and…
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New Year’s Eve
Crowds of people are not my idea of a good time. I like my space and I don’t like noise. Crowds of drunk…
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When the girls fell through Daddy’s shower door
Hollywood Park, Texas, teemed with children in the early 1970s but my playtime involved only a handful of them. Beverly and Suzie, who…
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Dear Mr. Dukakis
Dear Mr. Dukakis, I read the article about you in the Boston Globe a few days ago. At first I thought just that…
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The Treat Williams dream
In last night’s dream I was lounging in a slouchy, ’50s-teenager kind of way against the corner of a building on the Harvard…
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Medianoche
There are people who go gaga for sandwiches. You don’t have to look very far to find folks who live for grilled cheese…
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It’s ROWWWWWW!
I am not much for competition in any form or forum, but in the kitchen it appeals to me even less. The proper…
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A note about “Letters from Clay”
(I joke a lot but what I’m about to tell you is not a joke.) A comment came in to my blog today….
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