Month: April 2020

It has always seemed to me there are two kinds of people, mountain people and ocean people. Those for whom the mountains present an irresistible pull and those for whom the shores beckon. As a Midwesterner, I’ve never had one or the other bred into my bones, although I believe the flat horizons of the […]

On my desk there’s a trinket box I received as a gift one Christmas. It’s a marvel of sculpture, found objects and profound wisdom. On the top is a pile of pens and pencils, painted silver; on the front this quote from Hemingway: That sums up the writer’s soul more succinctly—as you might expect from […]