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Robert Pirsig

Robert Pirsig, dead at 88, I hear this morning, driving along a rutted back road. I pilfered Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance from my dad’s bookshelf when I was a teenager, intrigued by its title, lured by the lush … Continue reading

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Soaked

We’re in a holding place, these days of rain and returned cold, the earth sucking up the steady, daily downfall, gradually greening. I tell my daughters the line my mother used when I was a girl, April showers bring May flowers. … Continue reading

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