My father died on April 2, just 10 days after a cancer diagnosis. I’m still mostly numb with shock. Among the many things Dad’s death derailed in my life, one of the least significant was my spring plan for this newsletter project. He was a big fan of this endeavor, often texting…
It overlooks the uses of shame
Some notes toward a definition, or, anti-clickbait
Anniversaries and Didion's Revolving Doors
"Hurrah" for the Red and the Blue
Janet Malcolm; An Amateur Newspaper
On Covers and Criticism
Grandma was the postmaster. Dorothy worked at the telephone office. Alice knew everybody. Many days a week, after work, these three would congregate and…
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A Saturday Letter