I collect things I wish I could have once done or once possessed like little mind-trinkets.  Let me explain.  Instead of allowing disappointments and regrets to follow me around like the constant rain cloud over the head of poor old … Continue reading →

On Sundays we would sit side-by-side on a blue couch, our hands bundled together, our foreheads touching in intimate conversation.  For two or three hours, we would chat aimlessly … or rather, I would listen while she wandered in and … Continue reading →

The past few days, I’ve immersed myself into a genealogy project of my own making.  Yes.  Me!  The person who stays so “in the moment” I don’t know what’s for dinner even while I’m cooking it.  Yet, I thought it … Continue reading →

I’ve recently had a wild desire to do artsy things.  Van Gough things … although I’d keep my ears on the sides of my head.  I found myself in the art store yesterday, pricing canvases, paints, brushes.  An easel.  A … Continue reading →

Day one: I wake with a niggling little sore throat.  By noon, tonsils have swollen to the size of Rhode Island.  By dinner, I’m thinking this might help me get out of doing dishes. Day two: The colony has established … Continue reading →

This totally makes up for all those nights I sat with my father at the dining table crying, “But I don’t get it.” I still don’t understand math and, at this point, I probably never will. But this beautiful video … Continue reading →

Unfortunately, I can’t upload an amazing audio slide show I found, but please go here to hear today’s poet: http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2010/03/21/nyregion/21poet-ss/index.html Every day after she puts her 7-month old baby to bed, Tina Chang, Brooklyn’s new Poet Laureate, opens the window … Continue reading →

Yes, here we are:  Catless in Phoenix. I feel strange. Before I say anything further, I want to say this … responsible pet ownership is, well, responsible.  And grown-up.  And mature.  And it should be carefully considered before assuming any … Continue reading →

If Laverne the Cat were a bird … Ah, Laverne the Cat … you little minx, you small screaming thing, you …. you …. To continue with the story of what we are now calling the Year of the Horrible, … Continue reading →

Laverne the Cat, caught like a criminal in the act Yes, of course … the moment I talk with a lovely woman about how Laverne the Cat won’t come downstairs because there are YUCKY dogs who live downstairs … and … Continue reading →