A pill too far, and other replacements for the joys of life

Last night, I wrote to a friend who brings marvelous energy and thought to a monthly gathering of “men” from our church. I am one of them. I took his invitation to a forthcoming Zoom meeting as prompt to rant. For future excavators of my thoughts, they are offered in the context of the global Covid-19 pandemic, our local fall forest fire situation that has put us beneath a cloud of smoke for the last week, the growing political divide, […]

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The finest line

When is it abuse, and when is it guided introduction to the mysteries of life? When is it “criminal,” and when is it a rite of passage? There’s a fine line between the two. A sense of gratitude on the part of the student probably tilts the answer. Follow this link to read a recent examination of such an experience, published in The Maine Review.

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Letter to my son and his lady friend after a long and late night with

Dear Max and Hannah (please share this with her; I don’t have her e-mail), We’re alive. Up, finally, and pouring coffee to the veins. Arrived home at 11:30, then decompressed with whiskey and snacks until 1, then bed. Ugh. Long day, but so worth it. Wanted again to thank you both for the lovely gift of art (performance art). It was magical, to see a live performance of the play, so well done, with such good company. On that note, […]

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Exit signs

My dog and I were out in the circle early this morning, when my neighbor emerged from her house with her dog, Lucky. Jane had been laid off several months earlier from her admin job, the same day her husband was laid off from his drafting job, each from the same employer. He got a new job, in San Diego. He stays in a condo they own down there. We live 1,082 miles north, in Oregon.  His wife stays in […]

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If you haven’t, by all means take time to read Alice Munro

I’m retired. Most of my time is mine to use as I wish. Odd, then, that I find (or carve out) so little uninterrupted time to just sit and read. I love to read. I have piles of books and magazines on end tables and nightstands and the sofa and book shelves in my office, and yet it seems a struggle to set aside a good hour to just sit with one, to start and engage and finish a story […]

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Humbug meets a manchild from Santa land

Until Raven commented on my buffness, remarkable to him for someone in other respects to be obviously pushing well past 60, he was just another gym customer. His unsolicited compliment opened the door to a chat, scratching my pathology born of 40 years in journalism. He and his wife, Christine, moved to our town from Texas six (or was that seven?) years ago. They’ve nudged their two kids through adolescence and off to college now. Raven works at a local […]

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