A Sense of Wonder
When I was a teenager, one of my favorite pastimes was playing Trivial Pursuit. One Saturday night each month, my parents invited our neighbors to come over and play. We would usually play two games,...
View ArticleWorlds without End
Have you ever been somewhere, just some random place on a normal, nondescript day, when, all of a sudden, it hits you? You blink, once, twice, three times, trying to reorient your senses. You look...
View ArticleThe Greatest Distance Is Only a Thought Away (Or, A Morning on the Beach)
I have always loved the sea. From the first time I experienced an ocean beach, I felt drawn to it, its vastness, the steady rhythm of the waves, the sounds and smells and textures. Growing up in...
View ArticleOf Protons, Neutrons, and Shrodinger’s Cat
How much is enough? And how much is too much? These are questions every writer must wrestle with at some point or another. Let’s say an idea strikes. It hits you, unannounced, perhaps as you’re...
View ArticleThe Wormhole of Our Dreams
“Peering out his bedroom window, his eyes flattened into squinting slits, Mitchell Brant saw her.” So begins The Eye-Dancers, but is this episode merely a dream or is it real? Or is it, in some...
View ArticleThe Paradox of Now (If “Now” Truly Exists)
It all seems so straightforward, so matter-of-fact. We recently witnessed the passing of the torch from 2015 to 2016. Time to put away the old year and venture forth into the new, complete with...
View ArticleA Winter Walk in Old New England (Or, Down the Rabbit Hole)
Winter in Vermont arrives early, and it hits hard. Already there is a stubborn sheen of ice on my driveway, creating an adventure every time I drive down. The meadow out behind the house, with its...
View Article“The Trade-Ins” (On Love)
Mitchell Brant has a problem. Five years have elapsed between the end of The Eye-Dancers and the start of The Singularity Wheel, and numerous life events have taken place in the interim, but for...
View ArticlePerception or Reality? (Or, “What’s That Behind Your Ear?”)
When I was growing up, in the now-vintage years of the 1980s, there was a family friend who stopped by from time to time. His name was Bill. And Bill was a lot of fun. He’d hang out on the driveway...
View ArticleThe Eternal in the Transitory (Or, The Power of a Moment)
I am a dreamer. I always have been. There’s no other way to say it. Indeed, there have been times in my life when I’ve been accused of being distant, with a faraway look in my eyes exploring the...
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Where Freedom Lies
Have you ever turned your attention heavenward on an overcast day? I think it’s safe to guess you probably have. I know I have. Maybe you’re feeling low, beaten down, hampered by circumstance and the...
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Neither Here Nor There (The World of the In-Between)
As I sit down to write this post, night has fallen with a warm, humid embrace on the hills of east-central Vermont. In a few hours, I’ll lie down and go to sleep. And dream. Do you dream? I...
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Through the Wisps of Time (the Past and the Present Merge)
Just the other day, I stumbled upon something I hadn’t seen in years. I was cleaning out an old dresser drawer, and at the very bottom, like a treasure hiding beneath mounds of stuff, shyly avoiding...
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The Myth of a Moment (And How the Written Word Can Make It Real)
You hear it all the time. Behavioral experts, motivational speakers, philosophers, life coaches . . . “Live in the moment. Stay in the now. The moment we’re in is all we have.” Fair enough . . . on...
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Lemonade, Back Porches, and Lazy Days (Or, What’s the Rush?)
What’s your to-do list look like today? This week? This month? If you’re like most people, it reads like a Victorian novel, with never-ending lists, sentences that carry on for an entire page, and a...
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Precious Moments, Precious Memories, and the Love That Binds It All
Time–the meaning of it, the concept of it, the passing of it–has been on my mind of late. Memories. Moments. Days that come and go, like smoke on the wind, like vapor. The transitory nature of our...
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