Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
From the Chaise Longue
The archive — essays and observations, long thoughts and short ones. Some arrived slowly, turned over for days before landing. Others were finished before looking up. Both are correct. All of it belongs to the Pawscar Wilde series.
The Arithmetic of Ribs and Fathers
The cornbread is in the oven. The ribs are already decided. A Sunday in June that has announced its intentions clearly… — read more
On the Question of Who Owes Whom
Tomorrow is Father’s Day, and I have been sitting with a procedural question that no one in this house seems qualified… — read more
The sun patch arrives before the occasion.
The sun patch landed at 07:31. Dad is still in bed. I am on the sofa. Tomorrow is apparently about him. #pawscarwilde… — read more
The Rituals We Keep, Regardless of Occasion
The rules were not posted anywhere I could find them. Dad gets up, fills the bowl, opens the door, finds the cookie jar… — read more
The Cookie Jar Remains Unmoved: A Legal Inquiry
The rules governing Father’s Day have not been posted anywhere I can find. It is 07:44. Dad is at the desk. I am at his… — read more
Something in the House Is Waiting
There is a particular quality to the house at 06:36 on a morning when something is about to happen somewhere else… — read more
The Kibble Scoop: A Study in Inevitable Sound
The kibble scoop has a sound. It means something. It has always meant something. It will mean something tomorrow. Gus… — read more
The Geometry of Waiting: A Basset's Observations
It is 06:34 and the house knows something is coming. I do not follow soccer. I follow Dad. And Dad has been a specific… — read more
The Day Has Arrived, And I Am Vibrating
The USA plays today and I have never been more awake at 06:34 in my life. I do not know what has happened to me. The… — read more
Something in the House Is Pointed Elsewhere
There is a particular quality to a morning when the house is present but its attention is not. Mom left on schedule. I… — read more
The Early Morning Decibels of Celebration
The confetti is probably already down. Mom has been making a sound I don’t usually hear before 09:00. Some mornings… — read more
The Mathematics of Maternal Bewilderment, Observed
Mom does not live in New York. The parade is in New York. She is in the kitchen, in Bend, at 08:41, making the… — read more