Neighborly Tales

Listen.

Listen to the fall of rain hitting the hall sky light to the beat of a percussionist hammering the rim of a snare drum. Listen to the hum of the refrigerator as it makes that weird buzzing sound. Give it a kick. Listen to the birds through the open kitchen window, taunting the dogs. Listen [...]

Doing the math.

Last night, we attended Nate’s middle school junior honor society celebration. Afterward, in the auditorium over sheet cake, I caught up with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. We got to talking about the number of school grades between our respective kids, and when I explained that there were seven grades between my [...]

1988

I could look at old photographs all day long. I think most people could, and that what we love most about them–what I love most about them–is how attainable they make the memories they represent. Their subjects sit so satisfactorily still, their landscapes so steady. We can really study them, get up close and see. [...]

Having words.

I can’t play Words with Friends for shit. Everyone assumes I can (in fact, most of my friends won’t even play me), because I can write, but I’m telling you, this skill is of absolutely no use on a Scrabble board. Also on my total fail list: Boggle. I used to have to play with [...]

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