At My Funeral

When I die… Do not read Psalms 23. (When the priest asked what he should read at my father’s funeral, it was the only thing I remembered, but found no comfort from it.) I always think we should have played Three Dog Night’s Joy to the World. Dad would have liked that. So sing! Go […]

+ Language of Dreams

“The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake. Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, […]

Life is Good?

At 4:30 on Tuesday, I stole out of the local package store with a bottle of wine in a paper sack and a lottery ticket. While it’s not quite as seedy as it sounds — leftover Fettuccine Bolognese demanded a nice Merlot, and friend and I are scheming a great escape — I still found […]