From the monthly archives: May 2011

I have lots of memories of my father. Not as many good ones as I’d like. I think of him more since I wrote Passage From England, and I especially think of him around Memorial Day for a host of reasons….his escape from Poland during WWII, of course. The loss of one of his brothers […]

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A Bag Of Potatoes

May 23, 2011 by

In our neighborhood, the coyotes keep the cottontail rabbits in check. Lately, though, the coyotes are slacking, and the rabbits are everywhere, especially in the morning when Annette and I take our walk. We joked yesterday as six rabbits darted for the hills that I should dig out my rusty pellet gun and get to […]

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The Swing Set

May 14, 2011 by

I’d been putting it off for months. That seemed the best strategy. If I left it alone, maybe it would leave me alone. But it wouldn’t. The swing set, the kids’ swing set, had to be taken apart and thrown away. It was rusty. True. Its seats were broken. True. Its ladder was missing rungs. […]

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Here in Chianti, in the heart of Tuscany, the weather has turned very cold, all the way down to zero Celsius, and there’s rumor of snow in the mountain passes as I write. It’s unusual for such freezing weather in October, but I’ve seen unusual weather frequently during my past four months of travel. Locals […]

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I remember a Professor of mine at UCLA telling the class that if Shakespeare had not written a single play, he would still be regarded as the greatest writer of his time based simply on the strength of his one-hundred and fifty-four sonnets. Sonnet twenty-nine is evidence I’d submit in support of that claim.   […]

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The Poem (reading)

May 10, 2011 by

Here’s a reading of a short poem I wrote last week. If you want to view the text, click the word Writings on the sidebar.   The Poem    

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This is the first reading I’ve recorded for the website. It’s from my memoir, Passage From England. Thanks for listening. Chapter 15: The Fountain

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