Category: Living

Each moment is different. Here are some of mine.

Thy Hybrid Papa

EVERY YEAR, BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY, my sister asks what I would like. My answer is always the same: “I already have everything.” That’s not intended as a self-proclamation of inner nobility, only that I truly am comfortable with what I…

Letter To A Dead Friend

Dear Sputnik, The attached photo of you arrived from a mutual friend two days ago, on what should have been your 48th birthday. I say “should” because it’s a primate conceit that the world be arranged according to our convenience.…

Three Hard Things

Kicking a whale up a beach Braiding grape jelly Comforting the chronically afflicted. (1/22/09 P.S. to RW: who asked “Why would you kick a whale?” The only reason I can think of is that 1) he’s down, and 2) you’re…

In Egypt, You Say?

I SUPPOSE MEETING BAD NEWS with a muffin recipe demonstrates either spectacular denial or spectacular piety. I have often been accused of both, but the former is the more likely culprit here; I awoke this morning thinking, “No more long…