All the Light We Cannot See: A Novel by Anthony Doerr My Goodreads rating: 5 of 5 stars Best book I have experienced in a long time. I say “experienced” rather than “read” because it was in an audio book format, read by the enormously gifted Zach Appelman. The author, Anthony Doerr, is an extraordinary …

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THE FOX SLIPS AWAY silent as silver, a fur line between clearing and forest. I only see him at all because I have bent over to pick up several fallen pine cones from the lawn. I place four of the perfect iconic representations of a season moving from summer to fall along the driveway to …

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IT’S ALWAYS A GOOD DAY WHEN  a Florida gopher tortoise (gopherus polyphemus) shows up to graze at the same moment I happen to be looking out the window. Look close and you can see the red clay and sand mix from his tunnel still clinging to the back of his shell. I saw a funny video of …

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WHEN I turn on the cold water tap and water warm enough to shower in hits my toothbrush, I know it’s August in panhandle Florida without consulting a calendar. We are the only residents in this Longleaf pine forest. When the house was built a narrow water line from the main road was run roughly a third of a …

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ANYONE who doesn’t believe life is filled with mystery just isn’t paying attention. Buck and I returned home last week after an arduous drive to take care of business, one of those trips that is a “let’s get it done” thing where you don’t wish to linger. We spent several days nearly four hundred miles from Pensacola, …

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I know a real estate broker who continues to use a photo in her newspaper ads that was taken thirty years ago.  It might work if she never met her prospects. Makes it much harder to establish trust. We wear the years in different ways. I see something in my eyes, a weight, a fatigue,  that …

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“That’s a dandy way to raise a future serial killer,” I thought when I saw them on that sweltering August day on a street corner in Pensacola, Florida. The little boy was nine, tops. He wore a pair of long “go to church” pants, a bright white, long-sleeved shirt, green clip-on necktie and hard, dirt brown, lace-up shoes. …

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partial bottle of port in a beat-up old mailbox tiny town with an old-style parade in the square and a big threatening dog miniature jackal looked like a cute baby bunny the man said it barked let us hold it I smiled no teeth showing the library ladies cried “solo” well okay but I don’t …

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