Five. Past. Seven.

Five nights a week for two years. Every evening at five past seven. Of course it also happened the other two nights of the week, except that I wasn’t there. Those were her nights. Five past seven was when Marcello the Romanian went home to walk his dog. A sea...

Closing Doors.

I wrote a post about closing doors. And then lost it. The post, yes? Which is kind of interesting, given that a lot of what I had to say about closing doors had to do with order. Anyway. I am in the process of ordering things. Not around. Just figuring out some new...

Playing.

Not a big secret that this is something I care about. I write kind of a lot about play and playing. See: yesterday and … pretty much everything else. Also, I have a Playground, a dedicated space for extreme goofballery. And tomorrow we begin the fourth quarter at the...

Ask Havi #32: Green monsters. Dealing with envy.

Note: it is almost impossible to get on the Ask Havi list. Though of course you can keep sending scarves for Selma. She loves them. Yay. First dinner in the sukkah last night! Please note that I did NOT get eaten by moths/bears nor do I have sauce on my dress. Calling...
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