On My Wife’s Birthday.

Today is my wife’s birthday. She is 53. We met in Virginia when she was 18 and I was 24. One day I asked my roommate’s girlfriend if she knew any beautiful women. “I do,” she said. “My roommate.” And she giggled and walked away.

The next day after classes, I climbed the stairs to my apartment, messed around in the kitchen, and then stepped into the living room.  And there on the sofa was a woman: shy, thin, smiling, beautiful. Her name was Serita.

I don’t remember what we first said. But I do remember that I immediately sat down on a chair opposite her, and that we talked and laughed, and that talking and laughing (and looking at her) was kind of otherworldly.

A day or so later I saw her on campus and we talked again, and that evening we went walking on the hill behind the college dorms. We walked up and back, then sat on a bench, and then I walked her to her dorm room.

Serita and I have been married for 35 years.

(If you scroll down, you will come to a post titled “Wherein My Wife Takes a Turn.” It’s a video. Serita shows up in the third feature.)

Self-Medicating

For me, the foremost attraction of old-school woodcuts (early 20th c.) is their complete absence of car chases, explosions, copulation, dumb-ass mayhem, and post-modern cliches generally.

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Alive to the Abundance #2

Sometimes in good weather after I’ve delivered Quetzal to school, I take the long way home. And often on these drives I pass an elderly man out for his morning walk. He’s close to ninety years, I’d say, bent and a bit shaky, but alert and still active.

This morning when I passed the man, he was standing in the grass just down the hill from his house. Continue reading

The Perpendicular Bean

Last week in the rains, a frog leaped out from a row of yellow beans I was harvesting and landed directly in my bucket about three feet away. As the bucket was almost full, and as I was on my knees, the frog and I were instantly eye-to-eye and intimate, his eyes showing greenish-yellow, mine maybe grayish-blue. I didn’t say anything, the frog didn’t say anything. And so we became studies for each other, two strangers trying on their Taoist way. Continue reading

Photo: Donna Thud

Always on a rainy, late Saturday night you can find a photo that surprises. You may have to look over 6,000 to find but one, but still…

A photo by Lorenzo Mittiga.  Dona Thud. Dona lives on Bonaire, an island off the coast of Venezuela.  At last count she was somewhere into her 90’s.

(Consider clicking on the photo to better appreciate it.)

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