The daily notes that appear here have a family resemblance to the items in an old weekly newspaper.
On days when I wonder what I’m doing, I think the answer might start there, in the files of old newspapers.
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Timing the seasons
I have been watching my dwindling woodpile and thinking about my grandfather. As the days got warmer, my grandfather would go to the barn a...
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Willa Cather had a maxim: “Life began for me when I ceased to admire and began to remember.” She liked what the Greeks called anamnesis , ...
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Some days you go into the woods and see all kinds of things. Some days you don’t. And then there are days when you don’t see but hear . ...
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An appropriate read for Memorial Day? How about Alice Oswald’s long poem Memorial , which recounts how soldiers in the Iliad met their e...
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