Tag Archives: John McPhee

Stuffing my head with rocks

When I was 12 years old I spent the summer with my grandmother, Julia (called Julie by her family including all her grandchildren), in Maine.  My grandmother had lived for years in Italy but left because of WW II.  She … Continue reading

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I am in New Zealand, but where is my head?

I think of my head as having little squares inside.  One square is in the present, here in New Zealand, looking around at the sights: flowers, ferns, tree ferns, undulating green hills, beaches and bays.  The country is largely agricultural, … Continue reading

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