I’ve heard it said that you shouldn’t own a bike if you don’t know how to repair it. Likewise, Small maintains that if you have nice silver, you should polish it yourself. Maybe the same principle applies to a blog: if you can’t fix it when the technology blows up, perhaps you’re not ready for the responsibility. This is not a hypothetical situation. Last week my blog’s back-end (that sounds rude) once again went kablooey […]
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Stories from the hearth
Detachments
I can think of few people close to me who aren’t going through significant if not catastrophic hardships. The country collapsing around us doesn’t help, either. A bright spot for me through these times continues to be Ember. I’ve told you how quirky and funny she is. Here’s an example: As she and I were crossing the street on our way toward her weekly piano lesson Friday night, she asked, “If you were to die […]
Read moreFarewells
In Memoriam When Dad died, I don’t think I truly realized how long “forever” is. Last week, in an email to a childhood friend, I wrote that almost 20 years later I find myself getting a bit angry that he’s still dead. I wasn’t being glib. There’s actually a sliver of me that doesn’t quite get how his death can be so permanent. I want to look into his big ole cow-eyes and admonish him: […]
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I decided that if I ever write a book, which I won’t because I have absolutely nothing to say (as you’ve noticed), it would be a memoir, even though my life has been unremarkable. I would call it I’m Sorry. (I always name my stories before writing them, and have since I was little.) If there were a corpus of my speech patterns, “sorry” would surely emerge as my most frequently used word. I even […]
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