TerrymulcaireDarling BillyI first crossed paths with Billy McGonigle thirty-four years after he was killed, on May 10, 1968, in the Central Highlands of South…May 27May 27
TerrymulcaireTell Me a StoryThis is a story I like to tell about Phoebe, our oldest child. Before she could even properly talk, she loved to hear us read stories to…Aug 16, 2021Aug 16, 2021
TerrymulcaireToday’s Youth and the Cemetery: Two EncountersMy nephew, who is 19 years old now, grew up outside of Sacramento, living with his parents until his father, my brother, killed himself in…Jun 12, 2021Jun 12, 2021
TerrymulcaireConsider the Ash (From November 2017)I’m looking at the ash-choked and rubble-strewn field where a week ago some two hundred homes stood. Wind and wildfire took only a couple…Apr 27, 2021Apr 27, 2021
TerrymulcaireDoing Nothing With The World Before Your Feet“Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery…Apr 17, 2021Apr 17, 2021
TerrymulcaireKind of Blue Fairy, or, thoughts on the insurrection“Real food for real people.” The motto of Oliver’s, our local upscale grocery chain. Of course I’ve wondered if that is supposed to make…Jan 13, 2021Jan 13, 2021
