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I don’t consider myself a skilled or talented gardener. I don’t remember the names of plants or when they bloom or what goes with what. But we have a front and back yard, and therefore we have to do something. Harriet and I consult, and then we work. Move a sapling here, plant a bush there, perennials in this spot, annuals in that one, let that part of the lawn go wild, give the milkweed free...
Deep in the Catskills, the trail to the summit of Wittenberg Mountain begins in a campground not far from Phoenicia. The trail starts steep, then continues steeply, then rises more steeply until the top, 3.7 miles one-way. I’ve hiked Wittenberg before, maybe six or seven years ago. And yet, I chose to hike it again because of the incredible view from the top and my ability to forget pain. This...
Band of Brothers, one of the most acclaimed series ever filmed about World War II, Part 3: Carentan. Private Albert Blithe, suffering from the terror of combat, admits to Captain Ronald Speirs that he hid rather than fought. Speirs says to him: “The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already dead. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to...
I’ve always said I wouldn’t attend my 50-year high school reunion when the time came. I have not kept in touch with one person from my high school days in Buffalo. And although I did have some great times in high school, I wouldn’t say it was a “great time.” But when the invitation arrived and the time grew closer, I began to waver. A lot of my classmates might have said the same thing as I did:...
I’ve become enamored recently of reading the novella. A novella is the short story’s big brother and the novel’s little sister. There are no exact definitions of a novella, but the ones I’ve been reading are usually between 75-125 pages, in the range of 30,000 words. You can read them in one or two sittings. Classic examples are The Old Man and the Sea, by Ernest Hemingway, which details the...
I haven’t paid attention to hockey in a long time, but this year, after a league-record 15-season playoff drought, the National Hockey League team I root for, my hometown Buffalo Sabres, won their division and made the playoffs. So I’ve been watching some of the games. Last week, in the first round of the playoffs, the Sabres were up three games to one against the Boston Bruins, playing at home...
Having been immersed in completing a challenging project, I’ve been unable to write blog posts recently. The daunting task I embarked upon was memorizing the W.H. Auden poem, “The More Loving One.” I got caught up in this effort when I saw The Poetry Challenge that appeared in the New York Times on April 20. It’s hard to back down from a challenge that’s both literary and a brain tester. W.H...
Each year on 4/20, I give thanks to 420 Magazine for its generous review of my debut novel, Stash, which opens with a scene about a respected stay-at-home mom getting arrested for weed possession following a car accident. April 20 is weed day. Legend has it that the day got its name in the 1970s in California when a group of high school students met after school around 4:20 to get high and 4/20...
I recently wrote about the “perfect sentence” after a reader of my novel Still Life told me this sentence struck him as the perfect sentence: “I imagine the lake, too, through the leafless gap in the trees that winter opened like a cathedral door.” I analyzed the syntax and imagery of the sentence above, and waxed poetic or plainly about what entails a perfect sentence, never fully sure what I...
Dear Ferrara: I noticed on your website your corporate positioning statement stating that “Ferrara has stretched the sugary limits of imagination for over 115 years to create confections that bring people joy.” You have certainly brought me a lot of joy, particularly through your iconic and aptly named Atomic Fireball! What a devilishly hot and spicy red orb of sweet burning cinnamony sugar the...
Not long before my future son-in-law proposed to my daughter, he asked me what’s the secret to a long and successful marriage. I responded quickly, without much thought: “Marry the right person.” My answer sounded facile, on the cheeky side. Sure, marry the right person, that’s the obvious secret—but how can you be sure you’re doing that? I believe the foundation, what you must have, is...
It’s spring, the time of irises; and today, for many, it is a day of resurrection and rebirth. That’s why I want to share this short poem by American poet Louise Glück, who was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2020. The Wild Irises (1992) explores the transition between suffering and renewal. The flowers voice both the anguish of dormancy and the astonishment of resurrection, serving as a...
I’ve been trying to up my reading game, and recently finished reading my eighth and ninth novels of the year, which averages out to one novel every ten days. Not that anyone is counting. This reading pace feels right to me, neither rushed nor leisurely, but instead allowing me to engage in careful, focused reading every day. Blue Ruin, by Hari Kunzru, was recommended by a friend. It begins in the...
I was recently invited to a celebratory event where I knew hardly anyone, other than Harriet and Owen who attended with me. (Julia was invited but couldn’t make it.) I was assigned to a table and sat next to a guy I’d never met. By nature, I am admittedly on the self-absorbed, distracted side, and not inherently a great listener. I’m not an effusive, chatty type. I’m not extroverted in any way...
I attended my third No Kings protest yesterday on a cold and windy day. For me, it was the best one yet. Not because I believe the fascist administration will in any way change their behaviors—they won’t suddenly start policing their own corruption; they won’t stop shooting U.S. citizens or throwing immigrants in camps without due process; they won’t stop protecting pedophiles; they won’t...
The year is 1906. The location is the priory of the Sisters of the Crucifixion in upstate New York. Mariette Baptiste is a beautiful 17-year-old postulant when she joins the order, against the wishes of her father. She quickly becomes a favorite of the other sisters until she begins to exhibit signs of the stigmata — bleeding from locations of Christ’s wounds when he was nailed to the cross.Some...
This time of year during this still-wintery month, when the clocks have changed and I’m often up early and at my desk while darkness still grips the sky, I may be rewarded at dawn by a dramatic display of color and contrast, perhaps a painter’s dream, so quickly come and gone yet reminding me the dark will give way, the world may not be as bad as it seems, and even if nothing else shines my way...
A few years ago, I tapped two maple trees on my property, collected sap, and boiled it outside on a single-burner hotplate to make syrup. With a ratio of 40 gallons of sap needed to create one gallon of syrup, I ended up with about eight ounces of maple syrup—enough for a couple of pancake breakfasts. It was a classic situation of the effort not equaling the reward. But over this past weekend I...
On my own for a couple of weeks, I’ve been finding things to do beyond my usual routines. Last night I went to watch the girls varsity basketball team from our local high school—Bethlehem Central—take on Troy in a playoff championship game. I knew nothing about the team. I hadn’t followed them. Only through a quick pre-game search did I discover the Eagles had finished a weak regular season with...
There comes a time in life when a person acquires a pill case. That time has come for me. I used to think pill cases were only for old people or the very ill who took lots of meds daily or for those who are supplement-crazed. It’s true I’m trending older, but I take only one prescription medication, and just three times a week. I pop a daily low-dose aspirin, and not having seen much sun this...
