Category: Essays

In 2011, I visited Paris and blogged about it. This page contains all the posts from that old blog. (Regarding pedestrianism and Paris: In 2018 I sold my car, a...

This winter a friend told me that in my red-and-black winter jacket and my mask, I looked like a bird. I made up a common name for the kind of bird I am and the...

I got to see the moon today. The winter has been cloudy, and I was looking forward to an evening walk under a rising and nearly full moon, but when I went out, ...

I didn’t know the song “Ding Dong! Merrily on High” until about 25 years ago, when I heard it at a holiday concert at my sons’ high scho...

Note: I wrote this in September 2004. I’ve been to every Lotus Festival since then; even this year, I’m watching the festival online. I thought I...

928 Easy St.: The hostas are to die for. However, some of them have little plastic clips on them that smell vaguely of garlic. Not a big deal, but watch out so ...

Memory has reasons that reason knows not (although sometimes reason can figure them out after the fact). Years ago I tried to recall the name of a place in my h...