Michael Shay's Hummingbirdminds

Postcard, probably early 1960s, of downtown Moses Lake, Wash. Elmer's, my father's favorite Chinese/American restaurant, is shown on...

For decades, I kept a copy of “Fiskadoro” by Denis Johnson. I liked the idea of the book more than the book itself. It was an early post-ap...

On the morning after I watched the conclusion of “Death by Lightning" on Netflix. One of the final scenes really got to me. It’s Firs...

There was no wedding, but one hell of a reception. Saturday, Nov. 8, 2025. My niece Bryce celebrates her wedding to Zak. They eloped and g...

Last night I finished reading "The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson" by Jerome Charyn. A beautiful novel, wonderful historical ficti...

How did the Dominican sisters think I could understand an Emily Dickinson poem, "I could not stop for death?" Sister Miriam Cath...

As I read Bill Bryson’s “One Summer: America 1927,” I realized that our history is comprised of an amazing number of knuckleheads and heroes...

The Letter Wait a Minute Mr. Postman  Return to Sender  P.S. I Love You Take a Letter, Maria A Dear John Letter Just a few of the pop songs ...

Make America GREAT Again Great as in...The Greatest Generation. As he wrote his famous book on his Montana ranch, Tom Brokaw gave a lot of t...

A. Friend (not a real name) told me that she and her husband are traveling to Washington, D.C., this week to see the National Museum of Afri...

  Photos of the Flannery O'Connor Childhood Home Museum  in Savannah (building in center). It was closed to visitors on the day we were ...

I feel nostalgic today. Not sure why although it may be that I have many years to be nostalgic about. To begin, I was reading the Sunday pap...

My sister sent me a packet of stuff she cleaned out of her attic. In it, I found a printout from The Statue of Liberty-Ellis Island Foundati...

Reading the Daytona Beach Evening News: City Final. Price 10 cents. Some interesting headlines: Youthful and Elderly Protesters Join in ...

When I moved from Florida to Denver in 1978, I wandered down to the local bookstore and bought “Centennial” by James Michener. It was publis...