Who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth?
By some chance here they are, all on this earth, and who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth, lying on quilts on the grass, in a […]
apartment, poetry, singing
apartment
apartment, Boston, writing
The Townie and the Transplant (my guest post at Alise…Write!)
A few months ago I read that Alise over at Alise..Write! was looking for guest posts on unexpected relationships. That sounds neat, I thought, and promptly forgot all about it.
Bigger is not better: The Omnivore’s Dilemma
As one of today’s chores I put away the 90-day supply of meds that was waiting for me in the mailbox when I got back from a weekend away. I
To Boston, with love
I spent the better part of the last few weeks relaxing in a suburb-that-shall-not-be-named. The weather was temperate, I had very good company, I did yoga every day and grilled
Comfort (or why air conditioning gives me agita)
Today will mark my first long drive during extreme heat in a car with air conditioning. Sure, the old Jeep had AC for a few months when I bought it,