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I’ve been working (and reworking) a draft about following a blood trail along the paths near the summit of Sugarloaf Mountain. I think that I’ve finally decided to market the piece to a vegetarian/animal rights audience. In making that decision, I’ve had to make many changes to the original draft. These were necessary, of course.…
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0209081018blog I spent some time last night visiting some new blogs just to see what others were saying about writing, politics, and life in general. I was immediately overwhelmed by the number of people who are just like you and me–doing our best to have our say in this world in our own special, unique…
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0207080559blog I was listening to the post-Super Tuesday analysis on CNN on my ride home from school yesterday, and the big buzz was about how exciting this is to not have the democratic and republican nominees selected (or anywhere close) after nearly half the nation had their say. Most pundits are talking rather excitedly about…
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0206082103blog to JT’s One Man Band Let’s get a little intimate here, shall we? I don’t mean that other kind of intimate. I’m talking about the honesty, the candid words, the pull-up-a-chair-and-let’s-chat kind of intimate. I’m there now. That place. That zone. That wonderful core within me that makes it so easy to just let…
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Earlier this month I picked up Shady Grove by Jerry Garcia and David Grisman, a 13-track compilation of acoustic folk songs and ballads that Jerry and David did between 1990 and 1995. A few days ago, I heard Jerry and David do “Bag’s Groove, Take 1” on the Dead channel on Sirius Radio, and they…
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I welcome January with a busy pen, scribbling in various daybooks, laptops, napkins, notecards, and Moleskine notebooks. Whatever I can get my hands on, really. My writing has been furious, immediate, thoughtful, raw, superficial, deep. I’ve scribbled lousy lines of verse and brilliant slices of life without self-condemnation or overzealous praise. I am, in every…
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When we moved into our new house last May, Spring had already consumed our small, quarter-acre lot. The azaleas in the front were in full, brilliant bloom–an explosion of pinks and reds and whites that distinguished our home from all others along our quiet street. In the back yard, where our property line kisses the…
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When we moved last May, we debated about whether to bring our old tree with us. We bought it back in 2000 because we had a National Lampoon experience seeking out the perfect live tree. Three bad evergreens later (all resting outside our living room window, thank you very much), we decided to go artificial.…
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I don’t know why this year feels so different, but I have been absolutely obsessed with the eleven days that await me, officially at 2:10 p.m. on Friday, December 21, when school ends. I think getting my Jeep has done a lot for me in enjoying time outside of my profession. It might also be…
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I’m not too sure what to do with this one. My ignorance remains on the fence, with anger on one side and resolve on the other. First of all, I didn’t even know 1 December was World Aids Day. No clue. I learned about it as many others did: online or on the evening news.…
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