Gastronomic Glory |
I've recently become obsessed with Anthony Bourdain and spend my lunch time hours watching No Reservations and working. I picked up his book, A Cook's Tour and was recently reading an account of his t...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 11:58:00 GMT |
Tales of a Female Nomad Part 1 |
I've been neglectful in my duties. Months ago, I promised blogs from Central America. And while I did write while I was away, it was not necessarily for public consumption. Now, in the dark of night I...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 00:34:00 GMT |
For Crystal |
Night birds are becoming dawn birds, their songs pensive and syncopated. I can hear a train in the distance, although I don't know where the tracks are. The witching hour has come and gone and now it ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 01:42:00 GMT |
Love ya like a sister |
Nothing seemed different until those three keys hit her palm. It was a slow day, with conversation on all topics, a shared lunch, cigarette breaks in the bitter cold. It was a Wednesday at the Coach S...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 06:05:00 GMT |
A declaration |
I fell asleep in a movie and awoke in my life-startled, perplexed and wondering what I am and am not. I am known for my sentiment, changing seasons, observations, no action, just reaction or sublimati...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 23:17:00 GMT |
Hello and Goodbye |
My phone just rang. My mother called to tell me that my great uncle Don died. He was 85 years old. He was crazy. He collected guns and dogs. He was married seven or eight times. He lived in midtown so...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 17:47:00 GMT |
It makes me happy |
I may be stressed out and complain sometimes about the amount of work that I've taken on. I thank you all for listening and not telling me it's my own fault TOO often. But days like today make everyth...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 11:17:00 GMT |
FYI |
Citronella candles do not work. I'm sitting on the porch, to escape the overwhelming urge to sleep while writing in bed by adjourning to the porch and I have lit two, count them, two citronella candle...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 17:16:00 GMT |
If wishes were fishes . . . |
Then the sea would swim with intentions. Wishes for today:1. That every time it rains, I could sit in a coffee shop and write or read. If that's not possible, I would settle for being on my porch. The...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 14:56:00 GMT |
Home again, Home again jiggety jog |
I'm back from my brief jaunt to Florida to see my sister. She's now living in Tampa, after relocating with her job, which I would tell you about but I would have to kill you. I went down to see her be...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 20:57:00 GMT |
