Category Archives: Dreaming on Paper

As I sit in My Dockside Chair

I sit in my dockside chair and watch the water and the sky and the reflections that ripple in the waves as the fishing boats go by, and hear the birds and smell the air and feel the cold breeze … Continue reading

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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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