A smattering of autumn
I am a creature of beginnings. Of mornings and hello!s and fresh starts. Of new places and new combinations. The excitement of fresh projects and somedays always outweighs the pedantry of proofreading, don’t they? But in the final sigh of summer, in a year with a great deal of New already, I’m calling time out. … Continue reading
Diving In
Once upon a time I had a life I no longer loved and I ditched it. I ditched its ass hard. Great, wondrous things came of that flying leap into god-knows-what. Or rather, great, wondrous voids descended in quick succession and over many years, and in them I continued to find myself huddled in the … Continue reading
Kitchen Tour
I love our apartment. I love it hard. Even if we were millionaires I’d be hard-pressed to change much about it (excepting of course my burning desire to build a terrace hanging garden and outdoor cafe seating area on the back deck. THAT I will splurge on as soon as I am able.) Our apartment … Continue reading
Adrian.
Last summer, when we’d only just arrived, I was out exploring our neighborhood one afternoon and realized I needed to buy bread but didn’t have my wallet. I turned back toward home to grab it and on my way a kid — maybe late teens or early twenties — stopped me outside our L station. … Continue reading
Eighteen Months
We married early in the morning. We’d waited so long. We wanted to be married that day, not fritter it in hazy preparation. And anyway, I was never one for elaborate hair-dos and make-up. We rose early, in the quiet of a sleepy lakefront village. All the tourists had gone home for the season. He … Continue reading
Saying It
Sometimes the right words illuminate the ineffable, sharpening my deepest eyes. But sometimes words are blunt tools dulling the sky with clumsy half-formed shapes. Lately it’s the latter. So I haven’t been writing much. Sometimes life is too big for words I guess. I’m on a new, scary exciting path. It fills me with hope … Continue reading
Entering Day 3 of Virulent Illness. I find, more often than I’d like to admit, that sickness strikes when I most need it. An imposed hiatus of silence in which the deeper, whispered truths of myself cannot be drowned out by commuter’s road rage or a long list of To Dos. Even if they were … Continue reading
Audacity, Self Awareness (& Basketball)
In 7th grade I played intramural basketball. Being a late bloomer in 90% of human functionality, namely anything which wasn’t purely cognitive and especially anything requiring social skills or awareness, I played basketball like a child. At 13, I didn’t care who was watching, or if my jersey was lumpy. I didn’t care if the … Continue reading
Learning Life
Life, I think, is a Sisyphean feat of learning. How ever much knowledge and self awareness is gained, the universes inside and outside your skin are infinitely larger and more nuanced than can be truly understood. At times this is a great awe-inspiring comfort; the world is magnificent in its oldest senses. There is boundless, … Continue reading
Que Sera Sara? 