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Still Here

My wife China, my son Ben, and I left for the hospital at five in the morning, crossing the bay on the Golden Gate Bridge. The streets of San Francisco were still gray and quiet when we parked, but the hospital halls were alive with activity. An admittance clerk questioned me about insurance, then …


I wondered what kind of food could drop from the sky like dew. Something that would melt on the tongue like a kiss and fill the body with strength.

The Blessing

My mother lay on a chaise longue by the swimming pool, humming an approximation of “Begin the Beguine.” Light reflected by the water played over her thighs. They were not bad thighs for a woman of sixty-five. This thought filled me with a sudden queasiness. I felt a rising in my solar p…