When We Went Hither–and what we swore

“Don’t even think about it,” Tizi said. We were walking down to the local market the other day, a two-mile round trip on foot. It was a bright morning in October, perfectly autumnal. I was telling her about a professor of mine who used to say au-TOOM-nal, a pronunciation I liked and tried on for…More

Don’t Worry About the Key–whistling, singing, disappearing

I’m not supposed to hear this. I’m not even supposed to be awake at this hour. It’s 3:00 a.m. Lying beside me, gently asleep, my wife is making a whistling sound. She inhales, then exhales, and there it is: a soft, clear whistle, with each exhaled breath. So it’s true. When I was a kid,…More