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Literary Essay

The Slippery Craft

In early 2008 I dreamt I met the writer, Richard Price.  We sat at a bar holding heavy glasses of whiskey and ice.  He looked directly into my eyes and told me about the slippery craft of writing.  I listened. *** I attended Ricks College in Rexburg, Idaho, as a freshman in the fall of […]

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Humanity

Big Pockets

I notice the cleaners. Doesn’t matter where. They pass by pushing utility carts. They are quiet, stoic, aware, and usually all too kind. They are focused, nonplussed. They spend their days invisible. No one wants their job. The work they do is hard, unpleasant. There is no pretense with a cleaner, just understated nobility. I […]