In Sickness and In Health

“We’ll call her Marie Maroo if she’s a girl,” my father teased. “If it’s good enough for a boat, it’s good enough for our...

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I’ve never been able to read much non-fiction, always lamented my impatience for it. And yet now I find I’m unable to put down...

Before everything shut down, we took a walk         through the fish, immune     inside their walls.           ...

The coyote has long since gone but the old pit bull still barks at the edge of the chain link fence for hours without pause. I lie in...

Dearest Olive: Once more I am going to the country club with Ernest Vogt, but there are about two minutes before he comes for me....

A plot. A boneyard. A potter’s field. A necropolis. A golgatha. I stumbled upon it one steamy day in the first summer of COVID, while...

I teach to Black Boxes. At the beginning of the school year teaching psychology to high school seniors on Zoom was intimidating and confusing. Black...

The Saturday rite is now a drive-by: we’re all laid back in our masks awaiting our turn. The line stretches far down the street; no one expects to...

Holobiont. Agustín Fuentes gave me this new word at the beginning of the New Year, during the On Being podcast with Krista Tippet titled...

The fluorescent light seems to struggle against death. Not dead yet, the fixture pulses every few or several seconds bequeathing humility to the shadows. The light is beacon-like...

I don't know about you, but I'm ready for something to be different. This staying at home, not knowing what's going to happen next, worrying, not...