Chicken in the Sky

When Deb’s mother died we inherited a house full of art – all of it beautiful. One of my favorite paintings we already owned, though. It is one we bought ourselves; it’s called Chicken in the Sky. It’s an oil painting on canvas done from the perspective of a passenger in the front seat of a car on a highway in the countryside. The road ahead has the kind of gentle hill you get on…
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Retiling

Jill and I retiled a table recently. It’s a small piece, one that Deb and I brought back from her mother’s house when we cleaned it out after her mother’s death. The whole family made the trip to Santa Fe in July. We focused in and made quick work of sorting through a life’s accumulation of material objects. The time we spent there was in the middle of the time when I was having the…
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Back to Myself

I have always hoped that one day my life would calm into a kind of predictable rhythm, that each day would follow the next smoothly without notable incident, that years of positive experience would teach me that there is more to living than steeling myself against the constant threat of things falling apart. I’ve spent most of the last few decades working to build a life full of the kind of stability that would allow…
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The Shortness of Days

I am constantly disappointed by the fact that I now spend day after slow, quiet day engaged in activities I once thought of as pastimes – reading online newspapers and blogs, staying caught up on Facebook “news,” watching television and DVDs, and incessantly checking e-mail and discussion boards. Now that multiple sclerosis (MS) has forced me to “retire” I find my life so reduced in scope that I look forward with great anticipation to the smallest…
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