Thursday. I woke up feeling like death. The cold I had been hoping was just a small case of the sniffles had blossomed. Headache, soreness, slight fever. I didn’t sleep well. For much of the night, I couldn’t breath. Despite feeling like crap, I opened the blinds and gave thanks for the sunshine before giving…
Category: Dear Diary
Thanksgiving 2025
Earlier in the week, I was feeling the feels of fall – which, for me, usually entails wistfulness for those times when I was coupled up. This happens every fall (cuffing season) and intensifies as the holidays approach. I spent the better part of a day writing about it and trying to understand why it…
I Don’t Know How to Do This
The alarm went off at 5:05am. I was having none of it. I slept, fitfully, for two more hours. I had wanted to get up early and read or write or both. I broke from my waffle routine – oatmeal with a little homemade granola that a friend had given to me. I read a…
Pub Life
During one of my several pre-dawn wake-ups, I latched on to the idea of addiction as the through-line for a blog post. Though what I might have meant instead of addiction was either gluttony or consistency, and what I was really thinking about was how my relationship with my local pub, in some respects, mirrors…
Maybe Tomorrow
It feels like I’ve been staring at this screen for the entire day. My brain has been trying to settle on something and failing miserably at doing so. I tried reading, but it didn’t take. I tried writing and editing poems, but I didn’t have the patience. I did some work but felt distracted. In…
Rainy Day Hike
On Saturday night, when my friend texted to say it looks like the rain will hold off, I reluctantly agreed to go hiking. My weather app showed possible rain all day. which was one reason for my reluctance. In addition to that, I didn’t feel like being up early and giving up my day. As…
Two Years In
It’s raining. It’s been raining. We’re in the midst of an “atmospheric river” weather event which, if I’m being honest, seems like a pretty normal rainstorm back east. The only reason these things feel amplified out here is because we get so little rain. I think we’ve gotten an inch of rain so far. While…
AI and Art
The other day, I spent most of my morning shower debating with myself over the use of AI. Even though it, AI, has infiltrated almost every corner of life, I avoid it. By which I mean, I don’t use it to write or create anything and I try to ignore the AI summaries in my…
Scrolling through Old Photos
While screwing around with the photos on my phone, I touched the part of the screen that scrolled all the way up to the first photo in my library, an image of Banksy’s “Girl with Balloon” painting. The next is of a comic strip, and then a mirror selfie at the beach house from 2017…
These Last Few Mornings…
Monday morning. After a fitful night of sleep in which I dreamed about being given two abandoned, tamed, and not yet fully grown lions to care for and trying to get someone from animal control to help… a night in which I woke in a tangle of sheets and quilt, I had a quick breakfast…
Getting from Point A to Point B
It’s Monday and I don’t know how to start. Didn’t know how to start. Pre-dawn tired from a fitful night of sleep. At least that’s how today’s poem begins. I tried twice to write it, one version not terribly different from the other. I’ve already read a half-dozen poems and had one and half cups…
Looking for Community
While listening to a few writers read their poems and personal essays and also talk about where they’re finding the light in these dark times, it occurred to me that… well, I’m not sure how to phrase it – that I don’t have that type of community or those kinds of connections and friendships. It…