My plum tree is dying.

Here is everything that I wrote on this day in 1994:

The last thing I ever imagined for myself was the kind of job where

The only footage of my childhood was filmed on April 14, 1974, but my memory of it dates to 1982.

I recently watched Robert Frost: A Lover’s Quarrel with the World, a 1963 documentary about America’s greatest poet who isn’t Nipsey Russell.

We left Chicago for Burleson, Texas in the fall of 1976, just as