…the sound of a deer approaching is like a pulse: equal parts soft thudding clod and ground shake. For a moment, you think it might be a heartbeat. You think it might be your own.
I haven’t attended Mass since before I got sick. It’s not that I’ve ever been a particularly religious person, but I did spend some time on the playground of the Catholic Church.
Most amateur genealogists manage something less than the accounting of Solomon Grundy, of English nursery rhyme fame. Assembling names and dates into a database…
“This is not another biography of Raymond Chandler,” editor Barry Day asserts in the introduction to The World of Raymond Chandler: In His Own Words “…
In a large brick box, tiny figurines stand still in what looks to be a family setting. We have a kitchen: miniscule butcher knife, thumb-sized boxes of cereal, and even a fridge that opens and closes.