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I know I have an offputting and sometimes conversation-killing tendency to fall silent when someone says something particularly thought prov...

From where I sat I could hear only the sibilants and fricatives, the blown leaves of their conversation.   A bit of voice like a glimpse of...

“…I sat for hours, for days on end with my face to the wall, tormenting myself and gradually discovering the horror of finding that even th...

My dog, a small, rather cute all-black mutt I rescued from a teenaged couple who neglected her badly, is generally sweet, but she is a racis...

Late in the summer Johannes and Margarete drove north out of the city, an hour before sunrise to avoid the worst of the traffic. The early ...

Let’s say the author sets aside every Sunday, (he calls it the Sabbath, maybe a holdover from the time of certainty he uneasily enjoyed in ...