Category Archives: aging

There were seven of us stuffed into a Volkswagen, the old kind because this was the fifties, and we were college students. The girl I was sitting under in the back seat was telling us that olives are an aquired … Continue reading →

Long before he was born there once was a child whose tightly clenched fist was not on his wrist but deep in his chest right where he had carefully hidden it before he started on the long pilgrimage from his … Continue reading →

When Ulysses finally reached that homeward shore It was alien to him, for the land had grown sere And his servants knew him not . . . I asked the question again, pointing across the small lake at the massive … Continue reading →