Category Archives: Dreaming on Paper

There are little things one lives for, and for me the first sip of coffee in the morning is one of them. Without my morning coffee to look forward to, I would still live, but it would be a muted, … Continue reading →

Sometimes at night, as I drift off to sleep, or when I can’t sleep, I play a game with myself. I imagine that I’m in Bethel, Connecticut, my home town, circa 1965, when I was seven years old. I imagine … Continue reading →

Congratulate me. In less than five months and for the first time I will be a father. What does it mean? I don’t know, really. My sense is one of impending delight and doom. Before it was more doom, now … Continue reading →

“…the waters stained yellow by sunscreen and human flesh.” Who’d have guessed that such a line would ignite a debate? For more than half an hour we debated the merits and drawbacks of that one phrase, the eight students of … Continue reading →