To Uzbekistan and Back

Glassworks

Why Uzbekistan? When people asked, and they all did, I would say that I was concerned about income. Other things, too, of course, but income I could do something about. read more

A Concern with Space Leads Elsewhere

The Inquisitive Eater: New School Food

Much in my life is small, on purpose. Small apartment, small kitchen, and a small book by the coffee pot for a moment’s read first thing in the morning. read more

What Really Happened

The Best American Essays

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Last Lullaby for My Son

The New York Times Book Review

“I was afraid I’d hurt him. Before he was born, I was afraid that I would hurt my son,” Kelle Groom writes of her infant child in her memoir, “I Wore the Ocean in the Shape of a Girl.” read more

No Apologies

Utne Reader

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The Great Salvific Power

Topograph: New Writing from the Carolinas and the Landscape Beyond

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What Really Happened

TriQuarterly, vol. 137

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Summering

Distinction Magazine

“I don’t do summer.”

I was tired and grumpy, and even the cool of my favorite around-the-corner-from-work-with-a-faculty-discount bistro was not up to the task of lifting my spirits. read more

Here We All Are

The Fayetteville Observer

When I was in high school in Fayetteville in the early 1970s, my best evenings at home were when my father would build a fire in the living room fireplace.

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Paul Newman On Sixth Avenue

Lost and Found: Stories from New York

He kneels on the gray-black slate in front of the Jefferson Market, rendering blue eyes in pastels on the sidewalk, the magazine cover of Paul Newman under his left knee—only the eyes done after several hours. read more

Blue Peninsula

Blue Peninsula

“My son’s illness is eight years old and has no name. It started when he was fourteen. He is now twenty-two. It is taking away his ability to walk and to reason. It is getting worse, some years more rapidly than others.” read more