saturday morning in ordinary time

Michelle opens the front door of Red Maple ("CASH ONLY: NO CARDS") and I step inside. Bright everywhere. Our mid-sixties server ties her hair with one hand and takes our order with the other. In the booth across from ours, old men with leather jackets and plain white socks scratch off lottery tickets with sausage … Continue reading saturday morning in ordinary time


It is winter and it is well

The hours hinge into each other. I spent pretty much all of Statistics looking through the window. There's a tree in the courtyard, and yesterday morning it was snowing. Pale snow flaking pale thin branches. Like light breathing. Michelle and I read Murakami's "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl On a Beautiful April Morning." People … Continue reading It is winter and it is well