“Hey Bo! Get a jar!” I was about 8. I had been riding my bicycle in the cul-de-sac, and my dad was calling to me from halfway up our persimmon tree, where he’d been doing some pruning. I rode into the garage and came out with an old mayonnaise jar. “Perfect!” I handed it to … Read more
The weekend before Thanksgiving, 1994, Lea and I were invited to a dinner party that was something beyond jeans and let’s have a burping contest, but not quite all the way to taffeta and a rousing discussion of 19th century French poetry. We had been dating a grand total of five weeks, so we weren’t … Read more
I’ve lived with cats before. Lea had two when we got married. If you believe in the concept of a familiar, Peaches was Lea’s. Peaches never liked me, but detested me to the depths of her soul when it became clear that not only was I still going to come over, now I wasn’t going … Read more