Writings by Cole Huffman


Category: Musings

Walnut Street

Is nostalgia wasteful pining? Being stuck in bygones, wistful for more of what isn’t and won’t be? Is it just our inner Uncle Rico throwing footballs at his tripod, readying his 40-year-old self to be a high school quarterback again? Nostalgia has even been considered an illness, as in acute homesickness. I detoured into my old neighborhood on the way to Birmingham recently. While it has its problems, to never experience nostalgia is a kind of willed amnesia. And anyway, of late... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at May 3 | 0 comments
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To Regret or Not to Regret

To make a regret, take a pound of mistaken notions. Thaw at room temperature then season to taste. Bake on high heat. Remove the dish without oven mitts. Get treatment for your burns. If revenge is the dish best served cold, regret is the experience of feeling you burned yourself but didn’t have to. Tattoo mistakes become Internet memes, and one is particularly karmic: “NO REGERTS” etched on some hapless forearm. Regret is an inky thing in its own way, indelible to... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at Sep 7 | 0 comments
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Face Time

One of my favorite Joseph Epstein essays is called “Narcissus Leaves the Pool.” “Emerging from the shower, I stand naked in front of my bathroom mirror. This, let the truth be told, is not an altogether enrapturing sight. (Had he grown well into middle age, Narcissus himself would surely have spent a lot less time gazing into the pool.) Contemplating myself, I feel a brief wave of pity for my wife who, night after night, has to sleep next to this body; I, more fortunate soul,... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at Sep 5 | 0 comments
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