I dreamed about my father again last night. We were fighting, which is typical for us in my dreams, this time about something he’d done to an animal I’d found on the side of the road. It was the size of a mouse and mostly was a mouse, except that it was partly a monkey […]
Many times during the 17 years we lived together, I said of Janet that she walked with the angels. By which I meant that, no matter how scattered or careless she was, no matter how many times she fell backward into her life, invisible hands seemed to scoop her up and set her gently down. […]
Inventorying my parents’ estate a few years ago, I was disappointed to discover how far they’d strayed from the eclectic interior decorating aesthetic of my childhood. I’d grown up with shoji screens and hammered brass and Danish modern furniture and virtually all of it was gone. Gone and replaced. With resin gnomes. With Thomas Kinkade […]
