Song of the crickets
There’s a girl I knew, in the strange way of the Internet. Named for a flower, she is the daughter of a man I met on a defunct writing site…a […]
Category Archives: not horror
Famous Last Words
Today I read the last words of a reporter who blogged his own death. His name was Mark Mooney, and I don’t know what kind of reporter he was in […]
I’m not your tomboy or your tiny dancer either.
The first person to call me a tomboy was Cathy Lidisky. “Me and Sandy are tomboys, aren’t we?” she said, as if sure of my agreement. We were in sixth […]
In the Robbers Caves: How a famous social science experiment explains our divided states of America, and what we can do about it.
Not long ago an Argentinian hacktivist posed a simple question to his 53.6k Twitter followers, a question probably posed in similar vein by Socrates in the agora more than two […]
Long Live the Salmon King
The canulier received the news that the salmon king had died. She heard it from the scone man, who asked the Latvian sausage maker and the Japanese salad dressing specialist, […]
Destined for Greatness — Caneléfornia
If you are really paying attention you can detect the pathos inherent in any canelés making endeavor – for example, the rum for this recipe is only a few scant tablespoons, […]
When Your Husband Sits Next To A Goddess & Other Rainy Day Baker Thoughts
Originally posted on Caneléfornia:
It’s a rainy day and so I tried to cut the morning walk short but Jake wasn’t having any of it. Come on, I say…
Just Another Message to the Muse
I don’t know whether to think of passion as a fruit or a feeling but I do know what it is to ski three thousand vertical feet thinking of you […]
The Fragility of the Now
I like words. When I hear them fit unexpectedly easily together into phrases with an almost audible click, I write them down. It’s a longtime habit that decorates the notebooks, old […]
Running as Creative Force or, A Good Start to the Year
I’m not superstitious (much) but if the way the first day of 2016 has unfolded is predictive of the year I will have, then I will have a year where difficult […]
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