It was dusk. The odd time of the day when it’s not quite day but not yet night. FFJ was on her knees in the grass next to the pine tree, a yellow shovel in…
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What not to do about a dead bird
When we last left the poor dead bird, it was swinging forlornly from the lowest branches of the pine tree. Sometime Saturday, the bird was blown from the tree and now lays feet up in…
How Chuck Klosterman and Rock & Roll Bookclub made me revise history
I removed roughly a hundred entries from the iwilldare.com archives today. They were mostly of the “I have to clean the kitchen” variety and whining about that one time I had a cold back in…
Haunted by the ghost of a memory of Maurice Sendak and Carole King
As I mentioned earlier, I’ve had the Carly Simon song “Mockingbird” stuck in my head for the entire week. It bothered me endlessly because whenever I would sing the song I’d have these Maurice Sendak-esque…
Two habits: Old & New, like I like my men
So I was in the shower, brushing my teeth and reading the bottle of Olay Restore Body Wash. This is no easy feat, because I am blind and I don’t shower with my glasses on….
It’s some sort of enzyme thing
Last night I was telling my writing compadres about how much Wednesdays kick my ass. “I do so much on Wednesday with the Tibbles that by the time eight o’clock rolls around I am pretty…