Fables of the Deconstruction
As time goes by
Late last year, I saw an article in The Courier-Journal, written by Jeffrey Lee Puckett, lamenting the closing of the Southgate House in Newport, Ky.
Fables of the Deconstruction
Chances are
Last week, on a day that fails to distinguish itself significantly from any other day in my mind except for its unseasonable warmth (this was, after all, February, please note the proper pronunciat
Fables of the Deconstruction
Let X = X
One of my friends is very practical. He (or she) bristles whenever somebody says (or, more accurately, repeats that ubiquitous cliché), “It is what it is.”
Fables of the Deconstruction
To go home
A while back, I heard a song that I wanted to tell you about.
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Fix it
I recently realized that I have spent a significant percentage of my life talking to myself (metaphorically, of course … I’m not crazy!), so I thought I’d take this opportunity,
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The longest night
Christmas always makes me think of zombies. I stopped going to shopping malls years ago, but I started going back, once a year, so my son could have his picture taken with Santa Claus.
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My ghost
I was recently stumped by a musical phrase, a short sequence of notes, a poorly (and perhaps inaccurately) remembered lyric from an old pop song.
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The Year of the Cat
My friend told me she had seen my long-lost twin working at the deli counter at a Whole Foods Market in a northern suburb of Chicago.
