Tag Archives: Writing

2015 Maine Literary Awards May 13

2015 Maine Literary Awards Finalist – The Westgate House

A surprise piece of news this morning: I received notice I’d been selected as a finalist in the 2015 Maine Literary Awards Nonfiction Short Works category. The excerpts below – that made up the submission – are part of a larger piece called The Christmas Letters. Some of you are familiar with another excerpt from […]

September 30

The Nathan Brothers: Pas de Deux

Adam: In a single word please describe the experience of others watching you dance. Entries longer than a single word will not be given consideration. Chris: Amusement. Adam: Yeah, that works for me, too. I think if I’m on the outer edge of a dance floor and somebody who knows me that isn’t dancing is watching they might be […]

September 01

The Nathan Brothers

Adam: I want to run an idea by you. Let me know when you have a minute. (No hurry.) Chris: Hi Adam.  Here I am.  On the same page, so to speak.  It’s an odd sensation.  Very… public.  I feel self-conscious, as if you had just invited me up on to a stage where you’ve been […]

December 24

The Christmas Letters

I look up from the black and white laptop screen and the whole world is in color just like in the Wizard of Oz. It’s 10:30 at night and I’ll be writing for hours, but I don’t care because I’m ready now. Daddy’s home for Christmas.

December 06

My Father

It’s as if he thought his children would be strangers he would get to know, by and by, from across some agreeable paternal divide, from over the upper edge of the New York Times, or through the rear view mirror angled cleverly into the backseat.

November 25

The Well-Tempered Songbook: #50 – Mannish Boy, Muddy Waters (The Last Waltz)

And every time I play it… the same roosters skidding across the roofs of tin shacks, the same moss-gurgling pools of testosterone bubbling up in the bayou, the same thrashing moonshine alligators, the same women stumbling through the burning corn, tearing their cotton dresses and chasing Waters’ unstoppable, slow-moving, black locomotive.

November 17

First Kiss

If you had to watch all the first kisses of your entire life replayed on a videotape you’d really start to notice the problems piling up. Maybe you have a better reel than I do, but without the soft head rush of a good kiss to mask over the problems, the issues really start to […]

October 24

Photographs and Memories

An image of a man and his things – his precious, precious things – an image viewable only at a great distance, from some vast outer space of feeling, from the vacuum of gain and loss, from the breathtaking cosmos of memory with all its twinkling stars of ephemera.

October 21

Beautiful Girls

I remember wondering how anyone so young and pretty could ever end up looking old, like women that were actually old or even like my mother who was just a little bit old. I just couldn’t see the facial life trajectory to get from here to there. That a twenty year old girl could ever […]