Boston to LA, and back
And now it’s early Monday morning, heading back to Boston. The weekend is gone. The week is gone. The last sleepless night is gone. My body aches, tortured by my restlessness. The wheels of the car roll me forward. Forward towards…towards…? I sit in the passenger seat as my beloved maneuvers the car – the … Continue reading
the kindness of strangers
Looking over my shoulder to see what I’m reading, the gray-bearded man beside me asks how I’m liking The Winter of Our Discontent. This isn’t my first time reading it, I tell him. I read it in the 7th grade, but for some reason it recently came back to me as a book I should … Continue reading
winds of change
The New Year brings with it winds of change. Not always, but this year it does in force. I feel them blowing at me from all directions – blowing me forward, backward, pushing me in no clear direction, indicating only that I must move from the spot I’ve been standing in. It’s been two years … Continue reading
Black and Sun 