It’s September 10th – again.
For those of you tuning in for a light-hearted post or a restaurant review you’re going to have to wait a day or two. For those of you who would like to read an original short story about what I … Continue reading →
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The song is wrong – suicide isn’t painless.
Spring has finally arrived in Minnesota on the heels of a very long and trying winter. I didn’t make it out unscarred: I blew out my knee in the last big snowfall. But I made it out alive. I even … Continue reading →
Goodbye, Old Friend.
IN 1987, a quarter of a century ago, I lived in Spain. On our balcony was a hibachi that the previous tenant had left behind with a chicken-wire cooking surface. It was better than nothing, but the alternatives just weren’t … Continue reading →