New Toy

I’ve made it pretty clear this year that I will neither be sending nor receiving gifts for Christmas or associated holiday seasons, though I’m still deliberating about sending out a New Year’s Letter. On the one hand, it’s a tradition…

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After the Snow

Before the Snow | During the Snow The summers I was 14 and 15, I spent intense three-week sessions at the Center for Talented Youth (CTY) at Dickinson College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. The program was designed to augment the studies…

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During the Snow

A visual follow-up to Before the Snow… Living room in blue. Shed a little light on the subject. Fire in an empty theater. Dis mantle. Nesbitt waits patiently… …grabs for the burrito… …and wonders why the burrito was taken away.…

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Before the Snow

The conflagration crackles in the cast-iron fireplace. The tabby lounges on the table, soaking up the radiant warmth from its glow at a safe, unsingeworthy distance. Later he will rise and stretch, his yawn revealing sharp fangs that have never…

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What I’ve Learned in the Last 48 Hours

There seems to be a directly proportional (or close) relationship between pain and learning. Or at least challenge and growth. Our muscles exist as a metaphor for the way we are supposed to advance ourselves. With the tearing of new…

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