We were bored, as I remember it. It was Christmas 1972 and we had traveled to Bloomington, Minnesota to spend the holiday with my mother’s sister, Auntie Gladys, and her…
“The riders in a race do not stop when they reach the goal. There is a little finishing canter before coming to a standstill. There is time to hear the…
“The loss of a place isn’t really so different from the loss of a person. Both disappear without permission, leaving the self diminished, in need of testimony and evidence.” (Bridge…
Sandy Carlson asked me to participate in this writing exercise. The instructions: Write a paragraph next to the last paragraph in the tag that is passed to you, and add…