Last Sunday evening, instead of walking in to the dark, silent sanctuary of my church, I pulled open the door and saw seven guys dressed like Big Bird, moaning. Oh: we were hosting some Buddhist monks. I tiptoed to my favorite pew, next to the St. John window, and sat down. I guess they reminded me of […]
Read More Visit of the Muppet MonksBecause I recently watched the terrible film “Sylvia,” I took more notice of the death of Plath’s son. I have maintained a dismissive distaste for Plath since college. A privileged, connected, lovely, talented poet, who had a dizzying romance with another successful poet and two sweet children. How sad for her. I did sit through the movie, since I love […]
Read More Ghosts1. Stared across Missouri and radiated disbelief. 2. I hand my brother a book, and he reads the whole thing in two hours straight. 3. I chatter pathetically as I approach the scary roller coaster, and later attempt to photograph some ducks who had been making love in the bushes. 4. With both of us […]
Read More Vacation in 10 Sentences.Several years ago, I wrote letters and schemed to get my boss fired. It was a Friday afternoon when I got the news that he had been canned. (Please don’t waste any time here worrying about whether he deserved it– everyone was grateful to see him go.) A coworker appeared in my door and delivered […]
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