While I don’t care much for the term, “date night,” I’m quite fond of the phenomena itself and am therefore prepared to Move On from
I am sure I have told you that the women in my family enjoy, and are generally good at, making group decisions. To the point
Today I am writing with my voice. This is not easy. However, if you think about it, there’s not a lot of ease in the
Here’s something new. Through the end of March, I’m writing 200-word blog posts. No more; less if needs be. I’m not usually one for challenges
It’s hard to know, these days, the role of hope, and if hope is appropriate, where? I don’t have the answers. However, I do have
My father, known here and beloved as Professor C., is in his last days. Eventually, when it’s written, I’ll post his obituary. Soon, I hope
‘Tis the season of flickering lights, whether you celebrate a major winter holiday, a minor one, or only a short line of squares on the
Toward the goal of dimming my unwarranted distresses to the glow of one–probably–orange bulb I’ve been thinking about “being in the moment.” I understand that
In an unprecedented but benign development, Saturday Morning will be appearing Sunday Night Sometime After Sunset, But We Are Not Yet Sure When. See you
Are you placid? I guess what I’m trying to figure out, net-net, is happiness. I have a seismic capacity for joy, and I’m lifelong grateful.
The day has happily gotten away from me. I can also happily imagine that you are well busy, but if not, please don’t worry. Things
What this is not: a perfectly decorated, knock-your-socks-off, Internet-setting-on-fire anything. What this is: one small way to fix up your living spaces and support your
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