Article Archives: Words with Woods

Fritzy, The Cat

By some mechanism that I cannot remember activating, I became a member of a neighborhood page, one that is named for my neighborhood. Judging from the posts, the page describes a place that I don’t recognize, though I live in it. It is a neighborhood foreign to me, filled with … Read More

A Call From a Friend

My pool team had been newly eliminated from a pool tournament, and as we packed our gear and disappointments — we’d played poorly and missed an opportunity for more money and a larger tournament — I got a phone call from a friend, and I was delighted by the sound … Read More

Batting Average

When one of the co-owners of this paper told me that she had turned my social media posts into a column called “Words From Woods,” I was stunned, then – flattered. Though I had been conscripted into the service of this publication, I embraced and celebrated my capture. I had … Read More

A Bowl of Mints

I was trundling a small cart toward the door of the grocery and was about to pass a women in front of me when a man’s behavior caught my eye. It was about 10 a.m. and a sunny day. The man stood facing the open driver’s side door of his … Read More

Kidnap Your Son

When I was living in St. Louis, Missouri, my son sent me a link to a musician he thought I might like. Hiromi Uehara is a Japanese jazz pianist, and Chris liked her animated approach to playing. I liked her music, and when I saw an advertisement for her appearance … Read More