Saturday, January 21, 2012

What if?

What if I woke up every morning and just wrote? What would I say; what would I write about? If I were clear of the detritus of a job that only cluttered my brain with worries, could sleep without my brain spinning with to-do lists and external demands? If I answered only to my family and friends and to entities of my choosing?

In two weeks, I intend to find out.

Thursday, January 5, 2012


It's come to this: I am bribing my child with the prospect of watching videos of himself in order to get him to eat more scrambled eggs, on which he has slathered strawberry jam.

Many things are wrong with this scenario.

An evening with friends

Nothing like wearing goggles while watching Rudolph and chewing on a plastic chicken.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The road taken

I am both tired of traveling and unwilling to return to normal life.

Monday, January 2, 2012

On the road again

This morning, it was 40 in Massachusetts. Now, we are in the middle of a lake effect snowstorm in Ohio (safe in a hotel). This photo is from New York state.

Sunday, January 1, 2012