In the final hours of my Pop-pop’s incredible life, my aunt, uncle and I sat around his bed and shared stories. We talked about our family and loved ones, the many people Pop-pop knew and impacted and how much his love and devotion meant to all of us. We assured him we’d be okay –…
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Saturday Mornings
It has been forever since I've written, so long in fact it's made the task of setting out and writing again even more monumental than it should be. What should I write? A lot has happened in the (more than a) year since I last posted here. Then I thought, just write something. Rip the…
A Beach Scene
I'm writing from the beach today, my favorite beach. It's startlingly empty for noon on Saturday, July 3rd thanks to the cold front that so patriotically settled on the eastern coast on Friday afternoon. It's windy. Every few gusts of northwesterly wind one will whip an artic blast off the 60-degree waves that gives me…
Brood X
You’d think with all this pandemicky time on my hands I’d be spitting out blog posts left and right. Turns out that’s not happening, clearly. In fact, not a whole lot has been happening lately. Amiright? Are we nearing the end of COVID or not? Do we need a mask when walking from the car…
An ode to the Big City
found this little ditty in the archives of my phone today. My friend Paulina read it aloud as we sat in the sun getting our first sunburn of the season. Right now I'm sitting in my living room, dwarfed by stacks of boxes big and small. To my right, the three foot Skier Santa from…
To Normal & Beyond
Me & Huds. January, 2021. I’m sitting here tonight on a mission. On my desk are about twenty notebook pages covered in blue writing, the edges of each jagged and messy from being ripped from their spiral home. My handwriting appears neat from a distance but on closer inspection one can see blue splotches dotting…
Fall’s Forecast for the Future: Mostly Fine
So this post was written months ago and must have been tossed aside by moi because it's awful and/or I forgot about it altogether. Either way, I liked it when I read it this morning -- grammatical and spelling errors and all! Guys. At long last fall has arrived. I wasn’t sure it would ever…
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like a Madman
This post has been in the works since the early spring, decades it seems, centuries even. For those of you that don’t rely on Tucker Carlson for the nation’s haps, that’s roughly when lockdown began. March 2020. Several millennia ago in single thirty-something years. So you can imagine the material I’ve amassed and hours of…
A Witch Named Regret
Decisions. We make hundreds of them a day. Most are not very important. Cold Brew or Latte? Black joggers or Lululemon speed tights? Red wine or white? (Let’s be serious these days it’s all the wine). Alas, day in and day out, as we bob and weave through the endless options and choices and routes…
Life’s Creative Seam
I walk around all day with a voice in my head – apparently my very good friend Paulina does as well. This year it’s been especially chatty, something I assume has to do with the end-of-days vibe CNN so joyfully puts to music from dawn until, well, dawn. I’ve also spent more time alone this…
The Dog Hair Diaries 