Monthly Archives: December 2011

Tiny kernels of narrative

Years ago I  belonged  to a small writing group, and the leader of our group,  a woman called Gwen Reidman, advised us to read obituaries because they carry, like genes packed tight in their separate chromosomes, tiny kernels of narrative. … Continue reading

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Exercise and obits

I am wet. Wet through, as my mother would put it. Slicked down by the rain with tufts of hair poking up through my bicycle helmet like a forest of pine trees. I see it reflected in the glass at this coffee … Continue reading

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