Back in 1969 we acquired a street dog named Napi. He was a real son of a bitch. I wanted to call him Walt (Whitman), but the name just wouldn’t […]
The Year-Rounder
The Horrors and Hopes of Another Christmas
I am dreaming of a Commercial Christmas, just like the one we have every year. You are a hard one to shop for: you have everything, maybe two of everything. […]
THE YEAR-ROUNDER
Shhhh: A Love Letter
The library is a place where we can just be ourselves
I love my library. It is a beautiful building in a beautiful town. A beautiful building that happens to be full of books — rooms and rooms of books, shelf […]
