Trying to do good things for good reasons
A few months after meeting Sydney Bacon, Joyce Maynard’s mother, Fredelle wrote this, in a letter to a friend: You ask if ‘I’m in love again.’ No, it’s not that. ‘In love’ was the experience with Max, so many years ago and for so long. ‘In love’ was feeling one would go anywhere, do anything,…
I will try to keep this post brief, and being brief, it will certainly fail to capture the depth and breadth of my admiration for George Oppen as a poet and a human being, but I feel the need to essay–to make an attempt. I’ve just finished, this evening, a thorough reading of Oppen’s Selected…
This is the first in a series of what I hope will be several posts looking at specific aspects of our wedding preparations. In this post I’ll describe our decisions around the events of the weekend on which we got married and the venues where we decided to hold those events. The first and most…
A picture of the finished rings. The ring Laurel made for me is on the left, the rings I made for her are on the right.
Thought I often avoid the personal when writing publicly, I felt too much joy not to share this: Thanks to Sam Crowfoot for taking the photo.