December 2nd, 2016
Peace on my little town, a speck in the safe, comforting, impersonal immensity of Kansas. Benevolence like a gentle haze on its courthouse (the model of Greek pillars to me) on its quiet little bombshell of a library, on its continuous, hidden, efficient sewer system. Sharp, amazed, steadfast regard on its more upright citizenry, my... Read more...
December 1st, 2016
They no longer sleep quite as well as they did when they were younger. He lies awake thinking of things that happened years ago, turning uncomfortably from time to time, pulling on the blankets. She worries about money. First one and then the other is awake during the night, in shifts as if keeping watch,... Read more »
November 30th, 2016
Dr. Zhivago was playing at the Paramount Theater in St. Cloud. That afternoon, we went into Russia, and when we came out, the snow was falling—the same snow that fell in Moscow. The sky had turned black velvet. We’d been through the Revolution and the frozen winters. In the Chevy, we waited for the heater... Read more »
November 29th, 2016
In November of 1963, you were all the center of my days and when I heard on TV Kennedy had been shot, I wrapped you in your blue blanket and walked for miles (I was strong then), carrying you on sidewalks in the middle of a country stunned by rapid-fire bulletins. It was pink Chanel... Read more »