The First Iraqi Tea
Please. Sit. He nodded toward me, motioned to a worn chair. Smiling, I quickly glanced at his wife and seven children, seated on or…
Read MorePlease. Sit. He nodded toward me, motioned to a worn chair. Smiling, I quickly glanced at his wife and seven children, seated on or…
Read MoreI grew up in a city that was built around a river, is famous for its locks, was flooded by a creek, and is…
Read MoreOn a fresh-washed April day 25 years ago, I sat in my car in the driveway before the brick country house that was to…
Read MoreThe first time I got socked in the jaw it came as a total surprise. At 14 years old, I was already close to…
Read MoreReview: Living In The World As If It Were Home. Tim Lilburn. Cormorant Books, 1999. Most serious thought in our time struggles with the…
Read MoreWerner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings, bending and vibrating over Zollverein, flying through forests, through…
Read MoreI have spent most of my life choosing to live cheaply. I make things. I grow things. But my greatest skill is finding things….
Read MoreThree Rivers, Michigan (September 2015) Late afternoon sunlight slanted across the carpet and ran up the worn wood of the desk. I could feel…
Read MoreThe years have a way of making technology lose its bluster. And so do the centuries. When our southern Michigan farmhouse was built, the…
Read MoreOn the day it reached 13 degrees below zero, I decided to go for a walk. Our dog begged to go after weeks marooned…
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