What remains

So, after all the policies have been redeemed, bills paid, accounts liquidated, and checks cashed, what remains of a life? Furniture, and pictures. Lots, and lots of pictures. As it happens, my grandmother loved to take photographs. Kodaks, polaroids, you name it. And she kept them — all of her childrens’ school photos, all ofContinue reading “What remains”

What will be left, after the wreckage burns and all that remains is refuse and memories?

A couple years ago we held a get-together at our house for the the families at our sons’ day-care. We did it in part as payback for the quite lovely get-together that had just then recently been hosted by the parents of a graduating kindergartner of Chinese heritage and an Old Testament given name. ThisContinue reading “What will be left, after the wreckage burns and all that remains is refuse and memories?”


Every time I go up to the place where my parents live, I think “my God, it’s beautiful.” I also think, “my God, there’s fuck-all to do.” Every time I tell people stories about the place where my parents live, at some point or other they usually say some version, “my god, it sounds awful.”Continue reading ““Baby””

Chapter 2

“Jesus. Are you going to go look?” “Number one, Anders, I’m supposed to remind you that in keeping with the august guidelines of our whoever the fuck is supposed to care about this shit, you’re not supposed to take the Lord’s name in vain. Not because the state gives a fat rat’s ass which particularContinue reading “Chapter 2”


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