It is turning colder here, and we’ve already had our first fire and roasted s’mores. I am thinking of my summer vacation, which was, to say the least, a curious one. But time smooths out the weird parts and I get to keep the good stuff.
I am talking to Pete (not his real name) at the coffee shop. It is probably more accurate to say I am listening to Pete. Pete is homeless, and he passes many hours of each day at the coffee shop, usually sitting outside except on the coldest days of winter. Most days he greets everyone…
Jessica and I went to the beach for our annual summer vacation. Jessica was under the impression that beach vacations included actual activities. But despite our slight difference in priorities, we had a wonderful time. ### My collection of travel stories, Travels with Jessica, is now available! Kindle and paperback here; other ebook formats here….
Jessica is home from the hospital. She was discharged over the weekend. I had a phone meeting this morning, and she expressed strong disapproval over my not giving her my complete and undivided attention. (“I just had major surgery.” “You were asleep.” “I might have woken up.” “If I don’t get some work done, we’ll…
“I’ve been a little too depressing on my blog lately,” I said to my friend Diane the other night. We were eating tacos at Esquina, and trying to decide if they were as good as we remembered. “Huh,” said Diane, which meant something like You are not kidding, sister. “Maybe you should write about Greek…
I like to think I am a highly organized, super-together individual who happens to be a writer, and not one of those flighty people we often imagine when we think of the word “writer.” But sometimes I am one of those flighty people. So I started by spending fifteen minutes looking for my glasses. And…
