Irate so I write

The year has barely begun and already I’m exhausted by the sheer amount of bullshit in our society. Perhaps if it had just been a thing or two, I could have overlooked them and focused my attention instead upon next month’s trip to the desert, but when the outrages and irritations continue to accumulate…well, it’s … Continue reading Irate so I write

‘22 Firsts

There are people in this world who might happily declare that they’ve done “everything” and that there’s nothing new to experience. I am not one of those people. As evidence, I present to you 22 things I did for the very first time in 2022. Kissed Nick F. Worked in Kinderhook Spent a week on … Continue reading ‘22 Firsts

Just the tip – recommendations for Provincetown. 

Last week I had the chance to spend a few nights in Provincetown, MA and, despite some grey, wet weather, managed to walk miles and have a great time. I wrote about my public transportation journey to the Cape recently and invite you to read that post if only to learn about the $13 train … Continue reading Just the tip – recommendations for Provincetown. 

The early bird catches the…

…eggplant? Not quite what you might have expected, right? Well, neither is my neighborhood. This morning while I was walking Jeter, a woman around the corner was tending her front yard vegetable garden. We exchanged “good mornings,” and she complimented Jeter on what a good dog he was. She asked how old he was and … Continue reading The early bird catches the…

Getting myself out of a (strawberry) jam

While I was picking through quarts of strawberries last week at the grocery store, a woman asked me if I was making jam. “Jam? No way,” I said. “That’s way too complicated for me.” She pooh-poohed my hesitancy and assured me that making fresh berry jam was a piece of cake (that’s a little foreshadowing … Continue reading Getting myself out of a (strawberry) jam

Roman dinner – Al Peperoncino

My first night in Rome, I pushed through my travel exhaustion and found myself almost immediately on Italian time and seeking dinner after 8:00. It was a Sunday, which limited my options somewhat, but I got lucky and stumbled upon Al Peperoncino, a neighborhood spot close to where I’m staying. Note: While I don't mind … Continue reading Roman dinner – Al Peperoncino

I dream of words

The other night when I woke up for my usual nocturnal visit to the bathroom, I opened my eyes with an unusual dream fresh in my memory. It was odd because my mind wasn’t filled with images or sounds or sensations from the dream I had been having, it was only occupied by words, and … Continue reading I dream of words