I’ve never been good at asking for help. I’m still not. It’s no secret that I’ve been working my way through some things lately. I’ve been circling and searching for something, but the truth is that I just can’t do this one alone.
I want to find expressive, profound words for what has happened, not the [...]
She writes from waiting rooms, literal and figurative. Her updates paint a portrait that but for a few brushstrokes could be my own.
There isn’t a word she shares that doesn’t make me think—sometimes it’s Eugene in the late 70s, other times it’s different track meets for different high schools and other times still it is: [...]
This morning the phone rang with news that a colleague, friend and mentor died unexpectedly.
This person was someone who was loosely threaded through so many different chapters of our time in Glens Falls and Queensbury. He walked me through my first press check. He wore a velvet robe and laurel wreath as Father Christmas during [...]
Not too long ago I wrote about the Finley wondering about whether our friend Betty would be alive the next day.
This afternoon came the moment when the answer became no. No, honey, Betty won’t be there next time.
She slipped away this afternoon, precisely at the moment when we had all begun to wonder just how [...]
I wish I could remember more clearly the moment I decided to begin blogging because I now know that it was a literal turning point in my life. I found my voice, which sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. I let my fingers play at the keys, exploring each little black square to find the precise [...]