Back in the days of yore, when Facebook hadn't even been a twinkle in Zuck's eye, blogs ruled what existed of the Web. "Normies" had only recently started to venture outside of CompuServ, AOL, Delphi, and the like.
In the primitive world of pre-Google Search, stumbling upon a well-written blog fel...
She’s asleep in the next room, just like the old days. My daughter is curled up in a pile of blankets while I type away as quietly as I can manage, hoping to not disturb her. She came out from Boston to check on me. A bit of a role reversal. But the help is welcome nonetheless.
It was often in the...
The hardest time of year in New England for me are the weeks before the weeks between winter and spring. Not quite time for mud season but with the depth of the winter cold definitely already passed. The ground still hard, the ice still frozen in layers — not really arctic ice cores, but as close as...
I may never know what I knew, or when I knew it.
In truth, I did have death on my mind. I don’t think this was a true morbidity of thought. It was more the presence of a passing made more immanent through a current presentation of fragility.
The phrase “death is in the air” does bear examinati...
On February 14, 2010, she left this world for the next. It’s 13 years later and I think I am only now really coming to terms with it.
Loss has a weight, solid and unmoving. It lodges itself tightly, unshiftingly inside me. In a place that feels to be between breath and sadness; so large, that I...
I sat this morning as the sun arose, drinking my coffee in the near silence of the morning. I had not yet drawn the curtains. So the faint glow of the coming day diffused over the outlines of the furniture.
Two tall windows. Side by side. The regular rolling rush of water outside. The smell of cof...
Like many other blogs across the web, this blog automatically sends out links about new posts to various social media platforms in an effort to increase discoverability.
Occasionally, those links to social media platforms “expire” and need to be renewed. And, since I have not been the most consist...
Posting regularly is an aspiration that I have noted more in its absence than its execution.
We do so much to try and jump start our creativity. And much of it is surface work — easily ignored.
This evening, I decided to browse through old journals, specifically to look back 20 years to 2003.
F...
It takes a firm twist to make the top of the pot come free. Once it starts to move, it turns smoothly in its groove until it comes away in the hand and is placed upon the counter. A lift of the tray filled with grains hardened by pressure from the last time. It gets turned over, grains facing down i...
