Category Archives: Dick’s Posts

On his death, Louise Penny dedicated a bench to her late husband with the inscription “Surprised by Joy,” a reference to the C. S. Lewis autobiography and a phrase she has written elsewhere about finding personal meaning in. I’ve been … Continue reading →

When I started to get deeply into the kinds of writing that forced me to learn things I didn’t already know, I thought close enough was good enough. That is, that accuracy wasn’t as important as making something believable. It … Continue reading →

Walking the Maxwell Farm loop the other morning, I caught a vagrant whiff of cows on the breeze and I don’t mean cows’ breath. I had a teacher once who insisted that the shit of ungulates was not offensive, but … Continue reading →

Sitting here with a toothache eating up one side of my face and wondering why ibuprofen gives me such stellar dreams, unless it was the combination of CBD gummies and Pinot Noir I tried before giving in to the chemical … Continue reading →

I know a lot of people hate the month of November, especially here in the Northeast. It is almost always gray, dark, wet and windy, often without the layer of pristine snow that covers the sins of the careless yard … Continue reading →

In 1985, David Halberstam wrote a small lovely book called The Amateurs, chronicling the work and sacrifice of four American Olympic-class scullers. Given the subaqueous profile of their sport, none of these athletes had any prospect of extrinsic reward. Even … Continue reading →