Facing the Direction I am Bound

I’m overdue to head back north, racing for the direction where things should be wrapped up tight in a nice little bow, or at least packed up in cardboard and covered over with tape. Progress on the move has been…

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Getting Mugged

Moving is difficult. It’s not refugee-camp difficult or even traumatic-crisis difficult, which actually distinguishes it from a lot of this year, which has been harder. But it’s one of those things where the work is long and sloggy and contrasts…

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A Walk in the Park

It’s been quite a week. I would like to be poetic and hip and write one of those rambly but ultimately reflective and incisive posts that I aspire to write nearly every time I sit down at this screen. But…

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Confessions of an Accidental Accumulator

“I’ve been known to say that I live much of my life as though I can assume that some archivist will eventually come in and take an interest in my old papers. Granted, that archivist may just be an older…

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Marching to New Orleans

You may have noticed a burst of color around here. If you haven’t noticed said burst of color, hit the “refresh” button on your browser. Ah, there we go. I’m moving to New Orleans in a little over a month.…

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