A Space True and North

On the way to Ocean City we would take the boulevard from Route 9 and over a white cement bridge built with money from the flush sixties. On...

There is a smell to the ocean that is unique. What you sense is not one smell. Each cove and bay and bit of open shoreline has its own s...

It is weird how tied On Caring is to my memory of that one specific place and time, 1970s Ocean City. Each time I pick up the book I can al...

On those rare days in beach world when I did not have to work in the evening I would stay late on the strand. My family’s apartment was 1 ½...

It was probably in 1975 or 1976 that I first reading On Caring. My memory is that I picked the book up after hearing about it in a class at ...

A disagreement? Is it something more? A lapse of memory perhaps? He says he last had a drink three years ago. She says he last had a ...

When I first wake there is a bit of clarity to my thought. Such lucidity will become lost very fast in a normal day. Don’t we all wish that ...