The Last Year of My Father's Life
The year my father was dying we watched a great deal of television together. This is not what I expected to remember most, and for a long ti...
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The year my father was dying we watched a great deal of television together. This is not what I expected to remember most, and for a long ti...
I read a poem today that I have read many times before. I read it slowly, which is the only way to read a poem, and even so I moved through...
The house had been in the family for three generations, which meant it had accumulated the kind of history that resists summarising. This wa...
I am, by nature and by history, a person who leaves. I left the town I grew up in at eighteen with two bags and no particular plan, and I ha...
I want to make a case, deliberate and serious, against the current religion of productivity. I want to make it carefully because the counter...
I have left many places. I have left them well and poorly and in a hurry and with great deliberation, and I have been studying the practice...