Things to look forward to... dinner I don't eat lunch. Or rather, I don't eat both breakfast and lunch. On days when I am left to my own biorhythms, I eat the first meal of the day around noon and a smaller meal in the evening. But on weekdays, or days when I have to… Continue reading The Daily: 25 September 2024
Tag: September
The Daily: 18 September 2024
I had a hell of a day... so I wrote kids' poetry instead of what I had planned. Here is a sample: the path Autumn Forest by William Trost Richards (1833-1905) Richards painted in my neck of the woods in the 19th century. He may have known the family whose heiress daughter had my house… Continue reading The Daily: 18 September 2024
The Daily: 17 September 2024
The Harvest Moon is full today at 10:34pm. This moon nearest the autumnal equinox, this period of rapidly shortening days, gets its name because it appears full for several days and therefore gives evening light to those who are harvesting the fields, racing against the sunset. However true this might be, at this time of… Continue reading The Daily: 17 September 2024
The Daily: 11 September 2024
Things to look forward to... receiving a letter My son and my father have taken to writing each other physical letters. I know this because they both call or text me to report on the letters they have sent and received. They are both transformed by this project that started on a whim, with my… Continue reading The Daily: 11 September 2024
The Daily: 4 September 2024
Things to look forward to... growing your own food While I don't believe anyone can grow all their own food, most everyone can grow some of what they eat. And this is always a delight! A radish, pulled from the cold ground in the springtime. A cucumber slid from the vine. A pile of potatoes… Continue reading The Daily: 4 September 2024
Wicker Man
Gary ate another palmful of antacids. Didn’t seem to matter what he ate for lunch these days. Or even if he ate. By mid-afternoon a bubble began to grow low in his gut and propagated up through his digestive tract until he felt like an iron fist was gripping his esophagus. On the long drive… Continue reading Wicker Man

