July 19, 2016

A Strange Porch

The cingulate gyrus connects the limbic system to the cerebral cortex; a little like our animal selves speaking to our super egos. Still mysterious to us. The pictures we store, the flashes of insight and technicolor faces…how do we determine … Read more

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July 12, 2016

reflect and refine

The more time we spend in reflection, the more we refine our sensibilities. Reflect on friendship and you keep those with tangible bonds, let wispier ones drift away. Reflect on your children and control begins to slip as you watch. … Read more

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November 19, 2015

Wishing Well

“If you keep doing yard work naked, the neighbors’re never gonna introduce themselves.” My littlest boy smirked at me as I held a garden hose in one hand and a fistful of leaves in the other.

“I dunno,” I answered. … Read more

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August 6, 2015

Red Eyes

Summer in a beach town is sacred meets sordid, like God going to Burger King. Or the other way around, I guess, Burger King coming to God. It’s weird. Also? I can’t stop running. I mean, I can and do, … Read more

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June 23, 2015

Summer St.

“It’s been unfolding for so long, it’s inside-out.”

“What…life? This story?”

“Probly, but I meant that flower. The rose. Don’t touch it, they really do have thorns. Pointy ones.”

“It’s all brown and dead.”

“Not if you look closely. The … Read more

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May 13, 2015

Don’t Suck, Don’t Die

“A haunting ode to a lost friend, this memoir by the acclaimed author of Rat Girl offers the most personal, empathetic look at the creative genius and often-tormented life of singer-songwriter Vic Chesnutt that is ever likely to be written.”… Read more

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April 12, 2015

Music is Music is Music

“I got the vegan beef and cheese breakfast burrito, which was, like…a tortilla.” My friend Kevin is one of those guys who not only has his shit together but everyone else’s, too. Or so it would seem from his expression, … Read more

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January 24, 2015


“Because I am making progress.”
            — the cellist, Pablo Casals, when asked why he continued to practice into his nineties

Like many people, I think about water a lot. We like to look at … Read more

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September 11, 2014

Not Quite Standing, Not Quite Falling

I slowed my bike down to watch an old guy wearing a sandwich board sign slumped over on the sidewalk in the New Orleans summer heat. He was not quite standing, not quite falling, but didn’t look…well. The sign seemed … Read more

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February 17, 2014

Kindness and Ghosts

Walking my son, Wyatt, through the park to a concert he was about to play, I whipped pancakes at squirrels until one squirrel with half a tail figured out they were food. We watched it struggle to carry a pancake … Read more

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