February 2015

“What is the sound of one hand clapping?” I don’t know. And be honest. Neither do you. I assume there’s not supposed to be an answer, not one we can […]

I did not make it to an Ash Wednesday service this year. It was cold and icy here, and the service I was going to got cancelled. Some years ago

One summer in college I managed the local swimming pool. There were three lifeguards: my brother Marshall, who got the job by his own merit and not because of any

I am seven years old, sitting squirming not-sitting in a chair in a living room in a house where we lived for one year. Across the room is a brick