I’m participating, in a non participatory fashion, in Infinite Summer. I started yesterday. My housemate, who often scrolls my sites online, much like my old college roommates used to scroll blogs for me, is blogless and lives vicariously through me, provoked me to do it. It’s not like work, school, no real vacation, at least …
My notorious — for reasons unnamed and before my time — 91 year old great aunt hasn’t been out of her home overlooking the Hudson River in years. She will is arrive here for an overnight stay tomorrow, a rest-stop while she waits for other family to take her visit her sister — another great aunt of mine — in North Carolina. Due …
I’m hoping you all made it home safe and sound, if you went out at all — on New Years Eve.
The Iowa cock us takes place in less than twenty-four hours. You know the event, the one where the reasonable, educated, informed, rural, white, Iowans take the helm at representing a country full of reasonably educated, informed, …
The architect and the artist took turns singing her to sleep at night. Whether it be the architect, or the artist, after reading the book, they would sing. Not because they were good at it, they weren’t, but because it worked.
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to …
