Lay of the Land

Lay of the Land

The Last Cricket

BLAME IT ON OCTOBER. A nor’easter blows rain for three straight days and the gleam of blackened tree trunks lifts every summer thought from my head. Then one night I find Continue reading

Lay of the Land

The Pill Bugs of Federal Plaza

EVERY MORNING , my young daughter and I walk from our apartment just above ground zero in Lower Manhattan to her school in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge. We cut Continue reading

Lay of the Land

Ferreting Out the Plague

AS I SWERVE OFF the exit toward the Grand Canyon corridor on AZ-64, I talk with my wife, who has called me from home, on the hands-free. We debate which would Continue reading