Posts made in January, 2016

My Wobbly Bicycle, 111

Posted by on Jan 27, 2016 in Archive | 1 comment

My Wobbly Bicycle, 111

My friend, the writer Mardi Link, was riding the train all the way from Chicago to Texas. She said she had work to do, but ended up staring out the window at the varied and beautiful landscape. She wrote in her newspaper column, “I’m sometimes confused about what it means to be a Michigander, what it means to be an American, what it means to be present and active in the world.” The Sunday Book Review of the New York Times has an exchange between writer Zoe Heller and Francine Prose, “Is the Writer’s Responsibility Only to His Art?” This issue rears its head often enough to...

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My Wobbly Bicycle 110

Posted by on Jan 6, 2016 in Archive | 20 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle 110

I don’t think about my brother often. He’s been dead for over 40 years. His grave is beside my mother’s in Cape Girardeau, Missouri, where none of us will ever live again. There is a rose, no, two, etched into his stone, and below his name, Mark Stephen Brown, is “Markie,” the name we actually used. When my sister visits, she puts artificial flowers on both. Otherwise, now that we’ve moved my father to Michigan, no one will visit except by accident. This seems no different from life. My mother’s life was lonely. My brother’s was barely there. For 23 years before he...

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