Old Man, Take a Look at My Life

Charlie, a neighbor who I’d been visiting in a nursing home for the past four years, died last week. He is not the first friend of mine to have died, but he is the first friend to have died simply because he was old. His death, or more specifically his funeral, gave...

Urban Adventurer

Last week Manyu and I bought a new car. I dislike car shopping, but our old Subaru Outback had stalled on me one too many times (including twice in the past three months). Had we been a two-car family, I would have kept the car as our in-town transportation. Because...

On the Porch Again

When the temperature jumped from 60°F into the 80s last week, I moved my writing outdoors. I also changed my writing station from a pair of wobbly wooden tv trays to a more stable camping table that Clare got me for my birthday. Other than my neighbor’s daily...

Twenty-Something

I woke up this morning and thought, “In seventy-two years, I’ve never hired a moving van.”* I am not sure where this thought came from, but if I had to guess, I would say that it was the result of the trip I made to Madison last week. There I spent time in the homes...

Fish and Cold

My plan was to write a journal entry every night of my Lake of the Woods fishing trip. I even packed a small battery-operated lantern, so I wouldn’t have to use a headlamp after I crawled into my tent. In six days, I wrote in my journal only once. I wish I could say...
Steven Simpson