While running the trails of Forest Lakes in Charlottesville, Jeffrey Pillow comes face to face with an ill-tempered Canadian goose in a story of man vs. bird.
A few years ago when I wrote a weekly newspaper column (“Life, Literature & the Arts”), I penned a piece for my dad on what would have been his 60th birthday, which you can read below. Having passed away a few months before, my dad never made it to this milestone. There was an accompanying … Continue reading I Love You So Much, I’m Eating Sardines
I’ve been thinking a lot about my dad lately. Not sustained concentration. Instead, passing thoughts. His image keeps appearing to me. His mannerisms. The sound of his voice, mumbled and deep. The pitch of his laugh and the red of his cheeks when he would get extremely tickled from something he found humorous. For some … Continue reading The Sound of His Voice, Mumbled and Deep
June 2009 Not in the least do I find a tinge of coincidence that my first full day as a husband, as the head of a household and of my own new family, is the same day as Father’s Day, Sunday, June 21—a day, which, as I awake, I will reflect on the great man, … Continue reading A Greater Plan: A Son Remembers His Dad on Father’s Day
THE VOICE WAS UNMISTAKABLE. Sharp and high-pitched as it pushed its way from the ceiling down to the floor. I listened more attentively trying to peg the voice. Then it hit me. “Is that that Billy Corgan?” I asked my wife. We were walking into a popular clothing store.