The Season of Both/And

Earlier this month, my nephew turned 22. I sent him a voice recording of me starting to sing Yellow Submarine, catching myself, then singing the five-second micro-Happy Birthday Song. A few hours later, he sent me a text saying he had been at work when he got my...

Remembering flashbulbs and fictions

Like most people past early childhood on September 11, 2001, I remember exactly where I was when I heard: in the car. The news was too bizarre and my brain went straight to disbelief, assuming an oddly timed War of the Worlds sort of broadcast. I pumped gas and, when...

A by-the-book return to joy

My friend, the author John Ketwig, and I were having an email exchange about books recently. Though we’ve now known each other for many years, describing to each other the contents of our various bookshelves and random stacks of books (the to-be-read piles holding the...

No Delete Buttons for History

You’re throwing away the last XX years!- nearly every unwilling partner at a relationship’s end When I looked up when Henry Ford lived, I quickly stumbled onto The Henry Ford museum and was amused to find that it includes a page entitled “Stories of Social Justice and...

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