Category Archives: Prose

The Older I Get…


THE OLDER I GET… The older I get, the more I appreciate the ability to be happy—which is a habit of mind as much it is good fortune or a momentary, pleasant mood.  So, say, when I was a teenager, … Continue reading

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Quote of the Day


Quote of the Day “My mother did not carry me around under her arm like a loaf of French bread the way former Governor Palin carries her son Trig around looking for sympathy and votes.” —Andrea Fay Friedman on objections … Continue reading

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New Orleans Journal (2004) Excerpt


New Orleans Journal (2004) Excerpt Visited the Confederate Museum yesterday.  It freaked me out a little.  Though the museum claimed to be “non-ideological” that claim was patently contradicted (and how could it be otherwise?) by the exhibits.  Their bookstore sold … Continue reading

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If You Must Write Your Autobiography


If You Must Write Your Autobiography If you must write your autobiography, let it be discovered by “accident” after you die and let it be published only reluctantly, semi-scandalously, with much hemming and hawing. Let it be as if you … Continue reading

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A Good Pun…


“A good pun may be admitted among the smaller excellencies of lively conversation.” —James Boswell

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