My hands smell like deer. It's a gamey smell—wilder than horse but tamer than buffalo.I was thinking about deer today after having pulled out last year's Christmas card, a Hipstamatic…

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Things. Objects. Junk. Stuff. I have a lot of it, and sometimes I feel as though it has me.In the rooms where I write, I am haunted by great writers;…

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It’s Christmas, but you wouldn’t know it by my house, which has no tree, no wrapped presents, no fauxflake or stocking or stray spray of tinsel. It’s not because I’m…

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