August 25, 2019
For years I’ve gotten calls and texts for someone named “Frank.” I’ve spent quality time explaining that I’m not him. I even had a surreal disagreement with one caller, who believed I was not being frank about not being Frank. Apparently my number is on a website somewhere as his, and if it’s on a website, it must be true. Some people remain utterly convinced.
I deduced long ago that Frank is a river… READ MORE
July 27, 2019
I celebrate that it’s possible to miss someone I never met, whose name I didn’t even know.
Whenever I drove down Main Street in our little Oregon town, there was a man in a wheelchair, waving at passing traffic. He wore oversized red gloves, fuzzy and bright, to catch the eyes of passing drivers. His patriotic top hat featured stars, stripes, and a shape reminiscent of The Cat in the Hat by Dr.… READ MORE