Choosing the Birdsong

Maybe because in the wake of Orlando, I needed inspiration and so listened to David Foster Wallace's address to Kenyon College, captured in the small book, This is Water,  but I've been thinking a lot about choice. All of life is a choice. I know this is not revelatory information I am dropping here; if you're …

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(Un)Safe

It was 4:45 a.m., and the door from my bedroom to the back yard was open just far enough to let Blanca and Ivan go in and out. As I lay in bed listening to crickets and the odd cicada humming, I was warm, comfortable, and safe, enjoying the peace of not-quite morning. After these last few …

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