~eh Jul 113 minCatching the DreamcatcherWhen I was a child, my family would travel to visit grandparents in Indiana. Along the route were several long, dark tunnels through moun...
~eh May 114 minWhat's That Word? My tenth grade English teacher, Mr. Shank, used to describe my writing as “loquacious.” I think also, “verbose.” I always thanked him for...
~eh Apr 215 minUnhurriedLately I’ve been dreaming about my childhood. I grew up in the middle of farm country in central Pennsylvania, where it was never unusual...
~eh Apr 163 minAttaboy, Clarence.I can hear Auld Lang Syne playing in the apartment next door. My zip code is in Los Angeles, but the walls in this building are New York ...
~eh Apr 144 minSoft EdgesEaster Sunday was cool and gray. Any brightness came from the glare of thick white cloud cover. To be honest, it felt a little like salt ...
~eh Apr 75 minThank you, LeonardDay 20 of my self-isolation offers a beautiful morning. The sun is bright but not yet imposing. The birds sing. The air is the freshest i...
~eh Apr 14 minDay 14I moved to Manhattan exactly one week prior to the September 11 attacks. A day that most, if not all of us, will remember with great clar...
~eh Mar 283 minDay 10Wednesday morning. My Day Ten. It’s still dark outside. Phoebe, my thirteen pound spaniel mix, always finds her way to me sometime during...
~eh Mar 284 minDay 7.It is Sunday night. Jobless and quarantined, I am sitting at my rickety kitchen table. A flea market find, painted haphazardly with a thi...
