Yearly Archives: 2009

How time flies . . .

Christmas is almost here. Isn’t it still autumn? No. Or time to baste the turkey? No. Didn’t we just elect the first black president of the United States? Yes—a year ago. Continue reading

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Is That You?

I love this quote, almost an explanation of writing, from James Baldwin’s 1955 Notes of a Native Son, “One writes out of one thing only—one’s own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from the experience the last drop, … Continue reading

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My Old Typewriter

I found my old typewriter the other day. It’s a Royal—gray with green keys. I don’t remember the exact Christmas or birthday that my parents gave to me, but it was when I was a teenager. Continue reading

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Get on the bus . . .

My sister reminded me the other day to think of life as a bus ride, and events or people (friends and enemies) as passengers . . . Continue reading

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