Dear Presserheads (what do you think of this newly-coined term?), Thanks to friends who are taking care of our place and our living greenery, on Saturday morning our family is boldly going where thousands of tourists have gone before. We will be flying in to San Jose, Costa Rica, and then hopping a bus to … Continue reading I’m Off!
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Washing Denis Johnson’s Feet
Tonight, I worship at the altar of Denis Johnson. Yes, I had read his short story, "Work," in The New Yorker a long time ago. I tepidly recalled that I had enjoyed it. But how could I have forgotten one of its most exquisite sentences? "Where are my women now, with their sweet wet words and ways, … Continue reading Washing Denis Johnson’s Feet
Jilanne Hoffmann 