A good writer friend calls me a “completionist” because I insist on finishing a piece of writing even when I know it isn’t any good, whereas she is able to abandon work as soon as she senses it stinks. She is right about me; I can’t bring myself...
Trouble With Endings
I am watching the final day of our vacation begin. The sun illuminates the eastern sides of the tree trunks as if the trees and the sun are conversing. The bay is serene, the water so unrippled it betrays nothing of the activity beneath: the...