Category Archives: Dreaming on Paper

The Tiresomeness of the Hedgehog: Some Books on Tape

Lately I find I can’t read anything, or maybe I can’t find anything worth reading, I’m not sure. I get halfway through a book, or less than halfway, a third of the way, a quarter, a chapter, three pages, two … Continue reading

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Bella Luna

Driving to his half-time teaching job in New Jersey (how he hates this gloomy morning commute, especially now that Daylight Savings Time has robbed him of an hour, turning 5 a.m. into 6 a.m.—the lights on, defroster blowing, wipers thwacking … Continue reading

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My New York: I

His “business trips,” my father called them. My brother George and I took turns, one of us going every other Friday. The first time I would have been five or six years old. It took only an hour or so … Continue reading

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Geography is My Major

For over a year—since her husband passed away—Florence had lived alone in her Yonkers apartment overlooking the wide, silent Hudson River. She had her plants, her books, her piano. All in all, she felt she had done a good job … Continue reading

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