Catcher in the Rye

I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them....

Cutting the Cord

Cutting the umbilical cord swiftly, it turns out, is not necessary for baby health, and it may deprive the baby of valuable blood supply. I knew as soon as my baby boy was from my womb untimely ripp’d (“untimely” in the sense of “after 40+ hours of labor”) that the...

I Have Hit the Wall

56 days in a row, 56 blog posts. I’m tired and I’m torn between completely self-excavating and hiding in a cave. It’s time for privacy, and recharging. Time for a relaxed and undraining day. Vacation next week, and still I’ll be posting every...

Platypus: a sestina

One thing made from many. The treat is marzipan, selected for the smooth patience it takes to turn from nasty crumb into moist and cloying sweetmeat. The magical tease of colors, salaciously sensual shapes. A salacious bill-shaped tongue licks the surface of the...

Act Even Weirder

Every once in a while, I get advice that amounts to: “Go deeper into your own weirdness.” A lot of this came up when I was teaching. Teaching can be a highly ego-driven activity. The teacher is the center of attention and the center of power. The teacher...

Do-Be-Do-Be-Do

Who you are is what you do. Or it isn’t. I’ve wondered about this for a long time. I used to feel sadness about people I knew who had started out wanting to do one thing with their lives and ended up not doing it but doing something else. Were they different people?...