Tag: books
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Chapter 55. The Importance of Stuff
For as long as I can remember, I have made statements like this: Things mean nothing to me. They’re all replaceable. If the house burned down today, I’d be fine just so long as I saved the animals. I always wondered if I meant it. A couple of weekends ago, we had an estate sale. Rebecka (the estate…
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Chapter 24. Bookends
We’ve all read lots of books. Some we’ve read just for the hell of it. Others because we had to. But there are the very few, I think, that resonate for a lifetime. They’re like bookends on knowledge. When I was living in Kansas after grad school, I read Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. And, until yesterday, I believed…
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