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
What Really Happened
TriQuarterly, vol. 137
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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.
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