Category Archives: Lessons

Whatever

Posted on August 4, 2010 by sputterpub

When I was around 55 I witnessed a word, and understood its true meaning, from the bus. My office was in San Francisco and my home was in Berkeley, and that had been my geography for about 30 years, so … Continue reading →

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Dream Flight

Posted on August 3, 2010 by sputterpub

When I was about 5 I had a recurring nightmare. We were living in Glen Cove, New York at the time, number 24 on a dead end street called Leuce Place. When we moved in you could still see the … Continue reading →

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Sad Endings

Posted on August 2, 2010 by sputterpub

When I was 7 years old I saw my first sad ending. I didn’t get it then. Still don’t. We lived in New York state at the time, on the north side of Long Island, in a town named Glen Cove. … Continue reading →

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Dream Candy

Posted on August 1, 2010 by sputterpub

When I was maybe 4 or 5, I started to understand dreaming. The girl next door was a year or two older than I, beautiful, and kind enough that I imagined we could be best friends. Looking back now I … Continue reading →

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Absent

Posted on July 31, 2010 by sputterpub

When I was 5 years old I cut class. It was the second day of kindergarten, in a school which housed two classes, in a building called the Seaman House, which appears in my memory as a white non-leaning tower-of-Pisa. … Continue reading →

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Plagiarism

Posted on July 30, 2010 by sputterpub

When I was 6 or so I wrote my first poem. I had been hearing poetry for awhile and had finally learned to write and I aspired then with passion to be a ballerina. I composed lines 1-4 of this … Continue reading →

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The Lie

Posted on July 29, 2010 by sputterpub

     When I was 7 years old I was very good with the hula hoop. Other members of my family struggled to keep it up, but I was a natural. I even overheard my dad observe to my mother – … Continue reading →

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