Author: ps pirro

• Home

  How quickly we move from the season of the furnace to the season of the air conditioner. What a narrow range of temperature we civilized…

• Re-Entry

  “The most we can do is to write — intelligently, creatively, evocatively — about what it is like living in the world at this time.”…

• Memorial Day

  I live in a haunted land, where the dead don’t stay buried. Where swamps were drained and forests cleared, scattering the remnant living west into…

• Supply Side Managers

  The man in the interview was trying his best to make supply-side management sound like something you would choose to do with your one precious…

• All Harness, No Horse

  A little over year ago I wrote about the pressure we were facing in the early days of the pandemic (though we didn’t yet know…

• A Cause for Hope?

  Remember when we learned that George W. Bush liked to paint? That was a moment. I loathed his silver-spoon presidency, his frat-boy insouciance, his wars…

• Unmasking

  Sometimes I hear my neighbor talking to her dog in the yard, and I wait until she goes inside before I take my trash to…

• Gap Month

  Earlier this year, when my cafe job went away, I got a little worried about money. Not a panicky kind of worry, with thoughts of…

• Spring Planting

  I came to your garden one moonlit night a spade in my hand, and a rake and a hoe, we planted potatoes until the sun…

• Used Books

  My friend Linda is a book collector. Until recently she managed the largest used book warehouse in our area. That warehouse closed last year. The…