Monthly Archives: May 2017


This is the house that Jack built At the end of a long drive It stands apart from its neighbors At home with its solitude And its singularity

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Crazy Stories

The other day I got an email from my friend Peter. Reading your blog has rekindled an obsession with a childhood memory, one that I have only told two other people in my life about: my sister and my mother.

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Do I Have Your Attention Yet?

Oh, the contradictions. I sat on the edge of my twin bed in the basement of my parents’ house, frustrated as hell. I was 31 years old, gainfully employed as a software engineer making something like $65,000 a year. But … Continue reading

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