Twelve Dreams of Will (Soon to Occur, in Some Respect)

  December 26, 2005  Monday My imagination of the near future is working over time… my day dreamers, but to paper… …I throw my seabag into the back of fellow sailor Zeender’s truck, taking a last look at my stranded car and we take off north, to Maryland where Marley is waiting for me, navigating…

The Improvised Christmas

  December 25, 2005  Sunday What a strange Christmas today is, odd in its normality.  What was the difference between today and an early April Thursday?  The first sign that the tide was still Yule came as we were driving across the tunnel this morning as the sun was rising.  Few were on the road…

History Remembered By No One

December 2, 2012 Sunday “What is a book?”  was the obnoxious question I posed to May this morning, mimicking to the tag-team mockery of her Thursday dissertation defense ordeal. I could as easily ask “What is history?”  There are many kinds, infinite even, and not all concerning American commander-in-chiefs.  Just a clock hand ticks out…

Home for the Holidays Part I

written December 21, 2009   Of the two of us, at least one will have a white Christmas; the surrounding area is covered in a medium dusting, but freezing rain is approaching.  Tell me again about el tiempo en Florida… =) Last night Dad brought home a map of Afghanistan to learn where all of the craziness is…

“That Shit Is Raw” (A Carlson Thanksgiving)

written November 22, 2012   Eric: The off-key singing of May’s door, opened at 7:30 was by no means the first to come to May’s ears this Thanksgiving morning.  Sonya has roamed until (only?) about two in the morning. “Good morning,” I had whispered to her, then just a huddled form.  We talked of things…

The Burden of Heavy Ornaments

May has a way of banging on my door, at Magnolia, that brings to mind debt collectors.  I have to smile to think of her thin frame delivering such blows to get my attention, lengthy as my residence is.  She chose just the wrong moment, as I was stepping into the shower.  Yes, I was…