It’s Good Friday, and I try to be very honest these days. In fact there are some who say I am brutally honest – telling things that are best left unsaid or swept under a rug. Speaking of which, I have, not once, but twice, taken a sip of my early morning coffee, deep […]
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I was out of sorts yesterday. The weather has taken a turn for the worse here (something I was convinced was going to happen, but still disappointed me when it did). My WordPress training made me anxious. It was conducted at hyper speed and they kept telling me I was “advanced” when (like Algernon before […]
Jim Draper “Healing Palm” – check, Eames plywood chairs – check. A great place to do good work! On my way home from hiking Sunday night I was doing one of those things where you wake up driving 80 miles an hour and say aloud to yourself, “I am going to die if I don’t stop […]
One time Kim was shopping in Ponte Vedra and a friend of ours came up to her and said, “So I hear Marilyn is really an incredible skier. How do you feel about going to Beaver Creek with her?” A few couples had planned a trip and this would be the first time we had […]
So many Sunday mornings when I was in active addiction, I would wake with a sense of dread. I’d feel hung and a little uneasy about what I had done the night before. There would be this wash of what can only be described as shame – and the overwhelming question, “What are you going to […]
I’m lying. As a long time drinker of the white (wine) and with a family heritage of wearing the green on my father’s side, one would think I’d be excited about the fact it’s St. Paddy’s Day. Or that at the very least, I would have a few great stories to tell of my crazy […]
It’s funny the things that spark a great memory: a smell, a song, the wearing of a coat… The Michigan weather has been (to put it mildly) a challenge since I arrived here five weeks ago. I have dug my car out of two feet of snow, waded through slush, experienced a false spring, determined […]
I was in a bar last Saturday night. A roadhouse without much to commend it – wide open, a surly barmaid, a jar of pickled eggs (does anyone eat those things?), an empty stage and a couple of pool tables. The kind of place where you might cry into your boilermaker. Annie and I […]
Can you tell HOW stuck we are? There are times in life when you have to face the fact you are totally, royally screwed. There is a look you give the person you are with – a nonverbal exchange that says, “There is no easy fix here, we’re going to have to get creative […]
I spent the weekend away. I learned some things I will be writing about this week (feeling a little sleepy and behind the 8-ball this morning…), and I want to give you a teaser. The things I learned this weekend: How to play pool sober When you read a sign that says, “SEASONAL ROAD NO […]