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I listen to Deepak Chopra talk about the science of the soul with hope & fervor

T. and I found our­selves at Deepak Chopra’s Home­Base, a long, low space on the mez­za­nine of ABC Car­pet & Home, this Wednes­day lis­ten­ing to the guru of human poten­tial, total­ity and cen­tered­ness have a con­ver­sa­tion with Rudolph Tanzi, a Har­vard neuro-scienctist and geneti­cist, about the mys­tery of mem­ory. This was my first expo­sure to […]

The Crystal Ornament: A Twitter Story

The orna­ment lit up in his hand. It felt like magic. Kevin took it home & wrapped it in paper. When I get my big house, he thought. March 1, 2011 1:29 pm via Tweet­DeckReplyRetweetFavorite @drmstream drm­stream This is one of a series of sto­ries that I have been telling on Twit­ter.  Each para­graph is […]

Thunderhead Sugar Violet

When I was 11 I cashed in my sav­ings bond and bought a goat. I already had about 30 hens and a few roost­ers that we kept in an old shed at the cor­ner of our prop­erty. I sold fresh eggs in the neigh­bor­hood and loved to hear the roost­ers crow­ing in the morn­ing. But being […]

The letter in the beverage store

On the Banksville Road, there’s an old build­ing where I go to stock up on the assorted bot­tled waters, soft drinks and juices that we all favor. There’s not much of any­thing in that part of town: the hard­ware store shut down last year, leav­ing the bev­er­age store, the liquor store attached to it, the […]

Waiting for the Back Flip: A Story

Matt kept the books apart on a spe­cial shelf in his writ­ing room.  It was hard to say which one he val­ued the most.  There was the copy of On the Road.  He didn’t know if it was a first edi­tion, but he’d found it down in his grandmother’s base­ment, so he fig­ured his mother […]

The wedding party in the surf

A few heads turned, like ani­mals at a water­ing hole. Then a few more, and they started to walk, these hip­pos and rhi­nos, egrets and water boars, zebras and ante­lope that we were packed with onto the sear­ing hot strip of sand between the crash­ing waves and the clut­tered edge of the Del­marva Penin­sula. T. […]

Julia Hensley gives us a clue

The clues are every­where, but it isn’t until you see the title that the entire mean­ing becomes clear. I stum­bled across these paint­ings because I fol­low the artist on Twit­ter. Her han­dle is @julia_hensley. I don’t fol­low her because she’s an artist; a writer that I fol­low fol­lows her and I added her as I […]