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Desire
I came home from band practice a few weeks ago with a little Meteor button accordion. It belonged to a bandmate. Now it… More.
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Not Everything is a Metaphor
Last night I played a gig at a local club. Midway through my last song, my voice vanished. Disappeared. Poof. Gone. It came back,… More.
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Reading the Leaves
She sat with me on the porch and we shared tea from an earthenware pot, a brew of gathered leaves, years of careful… More.
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Stick by Stick
Chip Ward is a big-picture thinker attuned to the importance of the small, local, persistent acts of reclamation and restoration. In this article… More.
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Telling Stories
I’m sitting next to Frank at our weekly gourd band practice. Frank is a journalist. He writes a local history column for the… More.
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Rush Hour
The man in the SUV didn’t understand the concept of the merge. He didn’t realize, or didn’t accept, that the onus was on… More.
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Moving the Furniture
The last time I was in Buffalo, New York, was perhaps 15 years ago. It was even then a city in ruins, roads gone unrepaired,… More.
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We Do What We Do
I have a friend who takes to the woods each morning with her camera. She photographs insects and snakeskin and dew on spiderwebs,… More.
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Save Your Energy
The very-energetic Joe Konrath continues his point-by-point refutation of the idea that Amazon is the devil. Me, I’m still contemplating the seemingly-unrelated (but… More.
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Lead
Perhaps it was the leaded gasoline that did it. Gone too late in all our happy motoring, the burnt aftermath lingering in our… More.
