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Pests

It’s not an infestation.  Call it a visit. Near the end of May I start noticing flies in the house, on downstairs windows, buzzing back and forth between the kitchen and family room. First one, then two,…

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That Time I Put My Foot in My Mouth 

Too bad about the “too.” It was an odd crossroad and it was dark. A mile out of town the two-lane road came to a stop. You turned left for the airport or you turned right to…

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The Hat!

I tell Tizi,“I want a hat like that.”  We’re on the second level of Somerset, a local mall. It’s a chi-chi place that used to be called “The Collection.” That chi-chi. We’ve come to buy a birthday…

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Get to work, kid

There it is, the burning barrel. In the corner of the back yard of our house on Main Street. It’s a 55 gallon drum. The top has been cut out of it. One of my jobs is…

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Final Four

It would be a heist.  We’re standing on the sidewalk at the edge of the lot where Frank Lloyd Wright’s Master Builder Harold Turner built a beautiful house in 1959. Walking past it, we admire its large…

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Marcus Aurelius and the Goose

We were leaving the house for the bookstore, then lunch. Tizi asked, “Do you have a copy of Marcus Aurelius?”  “No, why?” “I thought it might be a good gift for the boys.” Safe, for sure. These…

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Bad New Berries

Ah, strawberries. A June fruit in Michigan. That’s what our trusted fruit man at one of the local farmers markets would always say. I’ve been rushing the season. All week I’ve been seduced by those plump blushing…

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A Little Sweetness

“What the heck,” Tizi says. “We might as well have another piece.” One of many reasons I love her. It’s lunch time, when postprandial delights are in order. Usually we finish with three almond cookies each, dunked…

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Coming Soon

If I had to choose my favorite essay in this collection, today it would probably be “Toothpicks” (tomorrow “Beans and Baroque,” the day after that “Socks Optional”). When I started writing “Toothpicks” I didn’t know I was…

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Love and Other Incurable Ailments, a review

Early in Linda Sienkiewicz’s Love and Other Incurable Ailments, the narrator Serenity Tomczyk, confesses, “My heart ached over a stranger named Birdy,” establishing the motive for the decisions she will make and the actions that lie ahead.…

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Smart Car, Dumb Driver

“Please sign on the pad,” the rep says. I’m at the Sixt rental car counter at San Francisco International. From here Tizi and I will drive three hours south and east to Mariposa for a family visit.…

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Ecumenical Meatloaf–from Get Thee to a Bakery

What got my attention was a BuzzFeed post I saw a few days ago.  I would put it in the snarky-remarks-Europeans-make-about-Americans category. Lots of snark. So much you need subcategories.  What irritates Europeans about Americans who travel…

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