For some people, it’s planes. For others, it’s heights or crowds. For me, it’s bridges (gephyrophobia, if you want to sound learned). The fear started to take hold in a serious way in the late 1990s when I moved to Cincinnati, home to the John A. Roebling Suspension Bridge, the longest of its kind in… Continue reading A Bridge to “Now”
Category: Memoir
A Look Under the Hood
It looked like the perfect thing to replace my 1991 Toyota Camry, which is rusting out underneath. It was a dealer’s 2007 Camry with just 80,000 miles on it. The initial asking price was a little high, but the vehicle drove like a dream and was so clean and shiny. The salesman told me all
On the Level
A friend’s old house that is regularly in need of repair, complex repairs. The house is so old that the floor slants in places and the windows don’t meet just right, even after replacement. When you put up wallpaper, it won’t align perfectly. You
The Treasure of Friendship
Note: On Fridays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. My friend Lora Zill came to visit last week. It’s an intense, sturdy friendship, in the manner Sirach describes. It’s not that our discussions are always deep and soulful. There’s… Continue reading The Treasure of Friendship