So, this morning one of my friends, a terribly gifted drummer and wonderfully supportive fellow artist, tells me he thinks maybe I was a little hard on this guy. And pretty much, he’s probably right, because mostly what I wanted … Continue reading
Category Archives: relationships
there wasn’t even any beer involved
These are the people that I went to Chicago with recently. They look like a nice enough group, don’t they? Ok, well maybe not the guy with all those tattoos… They don’t look at all like the kind of people … Continue reading
perfect last day
Just wanted to close out this trip – our bags are packed and we’re ready to drive home tomorrow. As ready as we’ll ever be, I mean. Every year when I come down here I find myself pondering the life … Continue reading
natalie’s hands
My friend, Natalie, cuts my hair. And every time she does, I’m fascinated by the process. I do seem to only manage to actually get to her to get my hair cut about three times a year, so that could … Continue reading
coincidentally
This whole blogging world is full of funny things. Yes, I know that’s a brilliant observation and I know that technically, I’m only on the very farthest edge of this world ,as evidenced last night when I was trying to … Continue reading
scarcity
I have a friend who says the best things in life happen spontaneously, almost by accident. This is funny because she is a planner. She can take great joy in planning, having something to look forward to – she counts … Continue reading
mother love
I have a confession to make. I don’t like Mother’s Day. This is no way has to do with my own mother. It has to do with holidays that I think are manufactured by giant card companies so that they … Continue reading
small graces
I can be a melancholy person, moody and easily swayed. A weekend of gray and rain is all it takes, sometimes, to make me begin to see the world through a skewed sad lens. And then there are days like … Continue reading
green, green grass
The blog distresses me. Perhaps I should say, the prospect of this blog, all the things I could write, all the people I could possibly offend, all the things I could regret revealing…all the infinite numbers of potentialities and ramifications … Continue reading