I have been looking into schedules. Even when we read physics, we inquire of each least particle, What then shall I do this morning? How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule...
I have been looking into schedules. Even when we read physics, we inquire of each least particle, What then shall I do this morning? How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule...
Yesterday, I flew on a plane for the first time in over three months. 111 days to be exact. But of course, the number of days one has abstained from something is irrelevant when deciding whether or not it’s safe. Since my grandmother took me to Europe for one of...
It seems impossible and yet it’s true. 50 was about proving I surely wasn’t. 60 is about loving the years. So, hello, sixty, I’m happy to be here. Aging is an extraordinary process where you become the person you always should have been. –David...
I’ve been wanting to write to you all for some time now–all of February really and somehow it’s already the 20th. I’ve chosen to let other things take priority–my novel mainly. I just finished a stretch of working on it everyday for six...
Provincetown is where I started these posts, and by happenstance, that’s where I am at this halfway mark–nice symmetry, right? Life crafting itself. I had thought when this day came I would write what I’d learned so far, what I hope for the second...
