Build Another One
Saturday was hot and humid, with just enough stillness in the air to thoroughly test drive the sweat glands for the first time this year. Good news is they still […]
Author Archives: PaulFredenberg
A Case for Telecommuting
I awoke at 4:30 on a Monday, tiptoed past Alison, nine children, two dogs, and thirty-one brooder chicks temporarily camped out in a kiddie pool in the middle of our living […]
Foreign Country: Blythe, California
I awoke at 4:30 and by 5:00 the rental Nissan was motoring down the sparsely vegetated ribbon of interstate between Palm Springs and Phoenix. I had just weathered two straight […]
Parting Shot
It was an absolute gift of a night. The air was like Mom’s kitchen, soft, fragrant, and yielding. The silhouette of black walnut tree and barn roofline featured against a […]
Tender Loin
It was the kind of gathering where a bowling ball rolled across the lush, encyclopedia-thick carpeting might only make it eight inches before hitting the next set of Gucci loafers. […]
A Near-Perfect Lullabye
It was a chamber of commerce day. The kind little league coaches, wedding planners and tourist boards dream about. Blue skies, warm sunshine, low humidity, gentle breezes, and a nagging […]
Creative Destruction
I stared out at the Gulf, a ripe nectarine in one hand, a bag of granola in the other, watching the playboy yachts chugging south toward the Keys and the half-drunk […]
Like So Many Farmers Before
By the time I pulled into the driveway a splendid spring evening had turned into a perfect night. The temperature was an even fifty degrees and the snow and ice […]
Free Nights
It was the same old script from the same old movie. Bleary-eyed businessman, half-dressed, swigging from a bottle of lukewarm Aquafina, clacking away at a hot laptop in a cold […]
Something Tells Me We’ve Met Before
The midnight room was dark, lit only by the flickering of a pair of beeswax candles and the trusty woodstove, and scented only by the crackling aroma of well-seasoned cherry […]
