When we are old, I’m sure we will have something someone will want to hear. I don’t know how much or whether we can say it ourselves, but I hope we will be near each other and warm, wearing flannel and patiently, like noble waiters grasping, lifting, offering to others what we mean to share. [...]
Archive for November, 2011
16 Nov
success is measured
Part of an evening alone to write. Bliss. And a chance to watch the news without muting violence for the sake of my young who are away at a rehearsal. And what’s this? The PBS NewsHour! Don’t mind if I do! The draft on the dining room table will wait. After all, I’ve highlighted and [...]
6 Nov
call it leaflet
Everything has a name. The tiny clear plastic ball on the end of new gel pens, for instance—someone must know what to call it. Factory work leaves no time for long-winded description of the thing that needs to be restocked or dumped in a hopper for a machine to jam on the end of the day’s [...]
