festive wondrous chicken to you!

Reflecting on both the hard and the good in the week that was… Hello, Friday: we are here. {a breath for being here when we get here} Thank you, week! This is the 387th week in a row we are chickening here together…. or “checking in”, if you...

Entering with roses. Hello, 2015.

On New Year’s Eve, just as it was beginning to get dark, I had two sudden realizations. One was that I did not in fact want to go out dancing. I love west coast swing with an intensity I don’t even know how to describe, and I’ve missed eight weeks of...

Goodbye, and thank you, 2014.

It is hard to even get a sense what something is, or was, while it is in the process of passing. I’ve never really understood the end-of-year lists, summaries, the summing up. How can we say what was? We don’t know yet. That will require time. So this is...

Three small letters.

My New Year’s Eve ritual: An early Happy Hour with a friend at a gorgeous hotel bar. Quiet. Whiskey. Delicious food. Laughter. Pommes frites for dessert. I bring a small notebook and I write three small letters to myself, one to a page. The size of the notebook...
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