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Postcard from Maine
-Down at the town wharf, eatin lobstah rolls, watching the fishing boats go out. We nipped into the Harraseeket lobster…
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On waffles and waffling. And the heart. And writing. And waffles.
-This post was written for the Inside Colby blog by my student, Annelise Wiersema. It probably speaks for itself. Waffling…
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On Salinger, and the public life of writers
-This piece of mine, written Friday, appears on today’s (Monday) op/ed page of the New York Times. Raise High the…
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Holiday greetings from the boylans
-(Postscript: thirteen has been a kind of amazing year for sean, my accompanist in this piece. By way of contrast,…
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An Xmas Memory: The Night Visitor
-By Christmas 1966—the year of the great snowstorm–my Uncle Al had disappeared. No one knew what had become of him–…
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“and drunk the milk of Paradise…”
-A late breaking Thursday-morning update… alert readers have written to me pointing out that clearly the creature pictured next to…
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Boylans on Oprah
-The Oprah show that my family and I were on last spring re-runs today, Monday, I believe. You could check…
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Breaking Up With Myself
-I wrote the following very short entry for the Penguin Blog in support of my story, “Trans,” in the anthology…
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A New York Minute
-• Amtrak train pulled into New York as my iPod coughed up “Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters.” “My own seeds…