I am reading Alexander Chee’s “How to Write an Autobiographical Novel”. I was drawn to it because much of what I write is autobiographical

I’ve waited all my life for a particular cusp, a turning point where I would recognize myself as complete - grownup and assured - with a

Beach cobalt sky green-blue water surf beating a tan grey shore of shell mosaics salt smell peace

Captain Arthur Jones is among the best of gentleman and a fixture of the Kent Narrows, Maryland landscape. While the seafood industry has produced

Driving through Virginia I see abandoned farms roofless silos sprouting trees rotting cow sheds in dense weeds apple trees planted by people now gone

Beach Cobalt Sky Green-Blue Water Surf Beating A Tan Grey Shore Of Shell Mosaics Salt Smell Peace

At school we studied the work of many artists, among them the Frenchman Odilon Redon (1840-1916). I remember that I was not drawn to his

For successive summers in the 1950’s I travelled with my parents, brother, and paternal grandparents for a week-long vacation in Ocean City, MD.