Monthly Archives: August 2013

Back in the U.S.A., back in the bad old days

I’m writing this at a small table on the screened porch with all the windows open, listening to the dry tambourine rattle of cicadas in the trees while the sky whitens with heat after a cool, clear, slightly pig-manure scented … Continue reading

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On a blanket with my baby is where I’ll be

Back in the late 1980s and early 90s, when she lived in the East Village and belonged to two modern dance companies and worked long shifts as a waitress at various restaurants, my sister Susan coined the expression “Boat Day.” … Continue reading

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