Musings
It’s Hard To Say Goodbye—So I Won’t
Dear Leilani, The night before you died, I had a dream about you. We were lounging on the floor in a large room, surrounded by blankets and pillows, kids running around. It… Read More
Musings
‘Rage against the dying of the light’
The one thing that happens when you — like me — hang out with people 30 years older than you, they make references you can’t place. They talk about the Piggly Wiggly in… Read More
