A few years ago, Lillian and her sister and her niece took a long trip to England, about three weeks, I think. About two weeks in, I was folding laundry one morning, and when I was done, I looked down and noticed the laundry was all mine. Not a single thing of hers. A wave of loneliness swept over me. …
Some people read. Some people talk about reading. Some people write books. Some people edit books. Some people buy books they never get around to reading. Some people talk about hair. Some people don’t care about hair. Some people get their hair cut now and then. Some people clean. Some people don’t. Some people empty the garbage. Some people recyle. …
“Write a bio to put up on the site,” Jeff Tiedeman texted. Geez, you want me to write who I am, a photojournalist of more than 50 years, in one paragraph? Sure. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t immediately have the thought that it’s like writing my own obit. I’ve written a few hundred of those starting at …