Something About Life

You are awake. It is still dark. You’re in bed. In…Golden Meadow…no…Poplar Bluff? Um…Mexico City? Alkmaar? Hah, no, it’s New Orleans and then you notice that your head is pounding and that a sleeping cat has completely cut off the circulation in your outstretched left arm. Good morning.

The Eclipse

This morning I’ve noticed that many accounts of yesterday’s total eclipse contain a statement along the lines of “I was not prepared for how beautiful/spiritual/amazing it was,” with which, having been fortunate enough to witness totality first-hand yesterday, I wholeheartedly agree. Why is this reaction so apparently universal? I don’t …

The Magical Times of Day

I’m just going to go ahead and assume that everybody has a “magical” time of day: a moment on the clock face you enjoy, and seem to notice, more than any other configuration. It’s a visual association you’ve made somehow, based on a pattern or a story. 11:11, 1:11, 2:22, …

The Knowledge it Takes

Was just walking around Luling, Louisiana, thinking about how much you have to know to really understand a place, when I found the perfect example on the wall of a lumber warehouse (pictured). So, to understand what this sign means, you have to know: 1) English, as well as the …

Thinkpiece

I read a ton of essays and posts after the election – do we still call them thinkpeices – “to get some perspective” “to get other people’s thoughts.” I read pundit thoughts, journalist thoughts, politician thoughts, and economist thoughts. I read foreign thoughts and domestic thoughts. I read black thoughts …

Festie

I’d begin to climb the stairs and I’d hear him whimpering. A few more steps, a scratch at the door. By the time I’d open the gate onto the porch, Festie would be barking, but not the alarm bark: he’d be barking the sharp yelps of joy. Though I have …