Sometime approaching my childhood’s end I began waking up to what I thought at the time were nightmares. The dream was that I would live forever, that I would never die, and that I would forever explore all things in all directions… forever. This, at that time, was terrifying. A few years earlier my father [...] [...]
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My life, for a moment, completely for that moment, was a wonderful conversation with my youngest daughter about something, she believes, without which I am not myself. We should not have been talking at all. Someone else was already talking. We should have been listening to that person’s prepared comments. We should have been reverent. [...] [...] April Fool’s, my favorite day of the year and the jokes came and went without a nod in my direction. More fool me. This month is so cruel that T.S. Eliot rubs our noses in it as if to activate our allergies. In the first line of “The Wasteland” says it’s the cruelest month. What [...] [...] |
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