Caitriona Balfe, Buddy’s Ma An assassination attempt two days ago. A political convention today where some of the most draconian plans are being seriously considered. A good leader stumbling publicly. Record heat. Wildfires. Though I was born in the final two weeks of the Truman administration, I was a Kennedy kid. That world would last … [read more]
Narrative
Memory revisited
Image: Alex Dukhanov John died over eight years ago, but listening to REM brought him back to life last week. I leaked like an old faucet hearing his voice. I remember the specific details of Megan’s, Athena’s, and Ian’s birth days vividly, along with foods we ate, midwives’ names and times of day. As well, … [read more]
Foot Path
I don’t know George. Or, perhaps I should say, I didn’t know him. I’m not sure. He may have passed. We heard that his dog, who was always by his side, ran off, or got hit by a car, or got sick and died. And then we stopped seeing George. His place is a couple … [read more]
So, this is what it amounts to
May 25, 2024 I wish you a happy Memorial Day holiday on Monday. Memorial Day began around the time of the US Civil War and traditionally has focused on remembering fallen military members. With utmost respect for those soldiers, I have always been drawn to expand my remembrance on Memorial Day to include all my … [read more]
Pardoning Saint Patrick
I’m a fourth generation Paddy. My great-grandparents came here in the last two decades of the nineteenth century, I am told from Cork, Ulster, and maybe some islands near Scotland, through Canada and Boston, then on to Colorado. I don’t feel Irish, nor do I have any particular affinity for Irishness. Or, at least … [read more]
Feeling my way along
February 28, 2024 I wrote this last week, wanting to dig down deeper and share something honest with you, something visceral and true. I read it now, and it feels like fiction, or someone else’s story. Clarity has returned today, self-doubt gone on hiatus. But last week it was like this: It’s dimmer now, the … [read more]
