(i'm not obsessed with) the darker mind

I shut away all the noise this morning: the phone, the tv  the computer. I went to bed last night hyped up and flabbergasted over the the Un...

This morning I woke up early, 6am, and lay happily curled and cozy warm under the covers there in the dark of the guest room at my parents...

I realized the other morning, as I walked by a particularly fragrant patch of the summer's last alyssum, that my annual  autumn sadness ...

It was a beautiful day, last week's summer solstice, and filled to overflowing with almost everything good. Oysters and chocolate cake a...

I am writing this from the modern age: unplugged and sitting in the back garden, feet propped comfortably on an ottoman, glass of perfectly ...

I've been a bicoastal creature most of my life -- born in Oakland, CA to hippie parents who relocated to the Bronx when my father got a...

There are moments of clarity, sometimes, when you realize that despite nothing going the way you expected it to go -- the man, the work, the...

I've been thinking about her a lot recently -- Mary of the wild hair and sometimes surprisingly wicked humor -- as I went through the pr...

In the library I've been working upstairs of late, doing searches and straightening during my volunteer shifts. I love it up there in th...

The snails were on the move today in the early morning rain, slimily traversing sidewalks and grassy lawns, hellbent on getting underfoot. I...

1.0 I wanted to fill my elegy with light of all kinds. But death makes us stingy. There is nothing more to be expended on that, we think, he...

Your mother sounds skeptical when you mention you're going out with him again, after one too many nights of seeing you come home sad, ma...

The waking-up noises here are vastly different, of course, from those I grew to know so intimately during the twelve years I lived in my swe...

Marking twenty-two years today since losing Dad, and the first time I've spent the day as a resident of the state he grew up in and love...