Posted in Essays on Jun 19th, 2011
“I’m a town in Carolina, I’m a detour on a ride, for a phone call and a soda, I’m a blur from the driver’s side… I am not your destination, I am clinging to my ways, I am a town…” I invite you to first listen to Mary Chapin Carpenter’s I Am a Town. . . [...]
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Mary Elizabeth Mountford Dickens, “Mame” to her friends and Grandmother Betty to my brothers and me, had a green thumb. She dearly loved flowers and raised and sold them to the public. I can see her now in her straw hat tending those big yellow-gold chrysanthemums. See, in the ’40s and ’50s, women wore mums [...]
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Essays: Goodnight, Moon 20 March 2011 When I was a teenager with my first car, a 1965 VW Beetle convertible, I’d sometimes drive home with no lights on late at night after being with friends. I’d start out legally enough to get across the bridges spanning the White Oak River between Swansboro and Cedar Point, but [...]
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Oh, my. The numbness recedes and returns in irregular rhythms. Not like the predictable tides I grew up with on the coast, but like one’s forgetting of grief in a merciful after-tragedy sleep who then awakens to a moment of normalcy, to sunlight on the wall and the cat lying, as always, at the foot [...]
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The Worst Christmas Ever! 22 December 2010 It was Christmas morning. Best I can recall it was 1958 or ’59, so I must have just turned seven or eight. For the past few years I’d asked for and gotten a new gun and holster set, plus a few rolls of caps to make the cap pistol go [...]
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Here I am. On the screened porch (my outdoor room) on a windy, almost-November evening at the dimming of a nearly ninety-degree day, tornadoes flirting nearby. Not as unusual here as one might think; I remember tornadoes coming through Raleigh in late November twelve or fifteen years ago… Here I am. In the swing with a computer in my lap; [...]
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Posted in Essays, Eulogy on Apr 10th, 2010
A Psalm for Alex, A Hymn for Life, 10 April 2010 I’m in one of those horrid, hard green swings at the farm near my house, the gift of which is that it affords me the view I most adore here – looking westward over the wide, long panorama of green fields as the sun [...]
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