June 20, 2014 § 4 Comments
She leaned out the window of her pickup truck. “Do you want our basketball goal for the library? We can’t take it with us.”
“Sure,” I said, not caring as much about a basketball goal as I did about the kids about to leave the neighborhood, two of my favorites.
But the pickup would be trailering a mound of possessions held in place with a spiderweb of bungie cords. Definitely no room for a basketball goal.
When it was dropped at the curb the goal heeled over at a strange angle. Seemed as if it was regulation height for pygmies. It stuck out into the street like the neck of a wounded giraffe. « Read the rest of this entry »
June 15, 2014 § 6 Comments
Something worthy of sharing with you.
Now I sit here, my clothes soaked from watering the garden with a faulty hose. Not idea-less, but with a scattering of random thoughts, none of them as pat or succinct as the verities we glue to car bumpers but here they are.
Time is like a shadow. It mirrors your actions. Rush frantically and it will jitter along with you. Slow down and time will slow. I’m told that, done right, a moment can last forever. I have yet to get it that right.
June 7, 2014 § 11 Comments
In 1998—a lifetime ago—I began writing a book called “Crossing Jordan.”
It was my third novel, and I was still finding my feet as a writer.
I am almost always spurred to write a story by some small, random incident that would otherwise be quickly forgotten.
In this case it was a conversation with the girl next door who said her family was about to move because there were getting to be too many black people in our neighborhood.
As soon as the door closed behind her, I sat down and began to write.
June 1, 2014 § 5 Comments
One ordinary afternoon that should, by now be long forgotten, I was sitting with my parents, when suddenly I was looking at strangers.
Two people in their early forties, the man was quite bald, the woman wore an ambiguous smile.
It lasted just a few moments, but for that brief time I disconnected from our all-my-life history, our shared memories, the absolute familiarity of their faces, the influence of our affection for each other and saw them as they were right then.
Wondering, who are these people? scared the daylights out of me.
They elude us, at least in the present, because this moment trails so many others behind it.