I missed the entire Super Bowl this year. I can’t say that it was a conscious effort. First, I’ve been sick all week. I got up Sunday morning, started shivering, climbed back under the covers, and went back to sleep. I woke up around 2:30. I had hoped to have the morning to wake up, drink some coffee, write my thousand words, go to the … Continue reading Super Bowl Sunday
We start our lives in thrall to great authority figures, no matter how flawed they may be. A child is the story of a parent. Your parents write you. You may hope that you grow up and older and become your own person, but the memories of later life are less pronounced than the memories of childhood. As time wears on, you find yourself losing … Continue reading The retreat of memory
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