The Sleeve
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Walking to Work, Listening to Hamilton, and Sobbing
Yes, okay? Yes, I was embarrassed. I mean, it's cringe enough to admit. Let alone write about. Tell you all. But maybe I was also choking back anger.
How the Wheelbarrow Got to Our Wedding
Beneath a canopy of trees, we sealed our love with music, flowers, family, friends and a socket wrench.
On Little Cat Feet (Fog City Comes Back)
There’s always so much throat-clearing, when I start writing again. Am I apologizing to you? To some other imagined reader? To Pallas Athena, goddess of war and poetry? To myself? Showmanship, stupid. Stop making excuses and tell them you’re back. Slowly, yes, on silent haunches, etc., Fog City
More Comfortably Numb
There are days when I'm looking at my life through thick glass. I think you know the feeling. There are days when you care, and days when you... don't. Can't?