Slip and Fall…and Sing
In Boston, it is very cold. It rains. Rain turns to ice. Ice melts into puddles. It snows. The water
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In Boston, it is very cold. It rains. Rain turns to ice. Ice melts into puddles. It snows. The water
I can now refer to 2010 as last year and part of me is upset by this. I liked 2010.
Continue readingLooks Just Like New…or a Summary of Uncertain Events
The past few weeks, in brief, have been busy. I am constantly moving. I’ve gone from robot to runner; I
Continue readingFrom Robot to Runner…or how an Angel Flies without Wings
It is 2 a.m. which means: 1. It is officially Labor Day2. I am once again up too late and
Today, I became a regular. I know, I know, it isn’t standard to be excited that the man who works
Continue readingFinally, a Sign of Life…and Some Updates…and Some Penguins
Written Sunday, May 30: She threw up out a window at 60 mph. The side of the car was painted
Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Just stay seated and everything will be all right. We could all smell the smoke. Everyone was talking about it.
Continue readingStop, Drop, and Kiss or How to Deal with Stressful Situations
So my friend Amanda and I have started attending these inspirational lunches. When I say attend, what I mean is
Continue readingA Kiss of Inspiration or Things to Do When You’re Hungry
I moved to Boston from Miami. Long trip. Hours spent staring at fingernails, shoes, ceilings. I meet some people, I