Biscuitville is back at the request of a friend. Looking back at this more than three years later, there are surely things I would change (in perspective) if writing it in 2012.  But like all events, it marks a place in time. What I know now is the guy selling the newspaper is Henry W.,…

Be it resolved: there will be no resolutions made at my house this New Year. Fully into my fourth decade, I have finally discerned a thing or two.  Here’s one: resolutions generally don’t work.  They are a Western approach to the flow of life that keeps us swinging from extreme to opposite extreme in anxious…

When I was in the eighth grade, I was nominated for membership in the National Junior Honor Society. I needed just one thing, a letter of recommendation, and it needed to be good. I joined you in our regular star-watching ritual on the front porch that night to ask advice. No problem, you said –…

“I want the plants to be low-maintenance, so all I have to do is weed.”  That’s what I told the friend who landscaped my yard. At the time I imagined weeding to be a twice-annual affair of two hours or less.  No problem, I thought. Since then, I have frequently found myself ‘in the weeds’…

Case one The inspiration for this piece was a trip to the nail salon last month. Seated to my right was a woman roughly my age, also there for a manicure.  To her right sat an old friend she unexpectedly met at the salon. Their impromptu reunion was punctuated and loud.  For the next hour…

Life tends toward life. I don’t know when the words first appeared for me.  It has been within the last few years.  The idea, however, is a returning visitor to the old-school parlor in my mind.  So pleased to see you again.  Won’t you come in and sit for a while? It is not a…