A little over two years ago, in January, I wrote a covid-adjacent poem about a gimpy deer we’d see from time to time in our backyard. A...

Nice that they call April Poetry Month (also Autism Month and Occupational Therapy Month among who knows how many other designations). In...

Thanks to our phones, all of us are photographers now, and that means we carry with us, all the time, a tool to make pictures that are...

The Maine shooter, a trained marksman, was hearing voices and targeting his National Guard unit when their commander had him hospitalized...

I’ve been home a month from the Fulbright fellowship to Malaysia (focus on assistive technology for autism), yet still reflecting on that...

You can’t, for instance, see a tree as it is. You note bark and limbs, roots and trembling leaves, and if you pause to observe, for our...

Eventually, one imagines, we will understand why Hamas attacked Israel, though they had to know from experience what the end result would...

Remarkable that in the past two weeks The New Yorker has profiled not one but two of my old friends, both long-toiling authors who have...

Looking back at the year so far, it seems to have passed with as much writing and editing as reading, which I suppose is a good thing....

At dawn on New Year’s Day a year ago, the phone rang to tell us that my wife Chris’ 99-year old grandmother Angelina had died just before...

Halfway through 2021, I retired from teaching at VCU and set out on whatever this next chapter may bring. The books listed here (only...

I’m tired and aching for our bed at home, exactly how you hope to feel at the end of any trip. Waving so long to Roz, I nose the little...

Any day now, any day now, I shall be released. I pack and slip out of the Steele Cottage at 7, having finished every crumb of that...

Living in New Orleans back in the day taught me that the tastiest (and most affordable) cuisine can be found in dives, Mom and Pop shacks...

Forty years ago, my pal John Wahl and I drove up Highway 61 from New Orleans to Memphis on a blues pilgrimage of sorts. John was my only...

So I remember every face/of every man who put me here. BnB breakfast at Steele Cottage is served down the street at the Big House at 8:30...

“They say everything can be replaced/They say every distance is not near.” In February 2020, I visited my friend Corey in the federal...

An illustration accompanying today’s Washington Post article about the debacle in Afghanistan shows a friend of ours, a 19-year old...

Woke from restless sleep at a north-facing window, the gibbous moon’s light bathing the curtain of woods at the edge of our yard in that...

On Mother’s Day, made a list of some things moms I know went through in the year of Covid.  So, doing the same for the guys here on...