Category: memory

• LMP

  Jan 17

  Here’s something I wrote almost 17 years ago as part of a larger project about identity, specifically about my identity. Lisa Marie Presley and I were born on the same… more ›

• “The sea was more important now than the shore.”

  Nov 6

  Since starting To the Lighthouse I’d been noticing all kinds of references to subjects and objects, which was prompted chiefly by this passage: Whenever she [Lily] “thought of his [Mr.… more ›

• Three Gems

  Aug 9

  Here are three literary gems that I’ve enjoyed immensely over the past few weeks: two slender books and a slender 80-minute film. But don’t let their size fool you. These… more ›

• Hiram Arnold

  May 28

  For this Memorial Day, instead of visiting the grave of my Uncle Frank, who was killed in Vietnam three days before his twentieth birthday, or of my grandfather, whose body… more ›

• SD1-989, or Why I Cried During the Slowdive Concert

  May 7

  Slowdive Concert, Granada Theater, Dallas, April 2018 I see several concerts every year, and I recently saw Slowdive for the second time live. Near the end of the concert they… more ›

• Memories of Uncle Bob

  Dec 26

  Last week we buried Uncle Bob. Despite the fact that the bar was ridiculously low, he was nevertheless my favorite uncle. Two of my earliest memories are of him. I… more ›

• All Apologies

  Mar 13

  Any time an apology is issued, we need to ask why. Just who exactly is she apologizing to? Can you apologize to the dead?Or is this merely an exercise in… more ›

• In the Name of David

  Feb 17

  Back when I collected personalities the way other kids collected trophies–dissociative identity disorder, for those in the know–there were two who went by the name of David. I’ve always liked… more ›

• Memory of the Word

  May 15

  According to the myth of the origin of written language as told by Socrates in the Phaedrus, Theuth declares that written language, the materiality of the word, will make the Egyptians… more ›

• Dead Babies

  Mar 31

  At the edge of my undergraduate alma mater lies a cemetery for those who died in a nearby, long-since-vanished house for unwed mothers. I wonder who these poor mothers were.… more ›