The life queue Everyday and every morning I make a to-do list. These lists usually consist of things I need to get done in the more immediate future, namely that day. There are oftentimes some aspirational items on my list as well. I place said items on my […]
This boiled calm is haunting There is nothing Nothing Nothing at all The pained breathing Deafening Then it is still This boiled calm Haunting An unforgiving mill There is nothing Nothing Nothing left at all
The psychology of an “easy button” vending machine in the workplace I wake up in the morning feeling like singing a ditty about a girl with a little too much to do and not enough time. I wake up in the morning feeling like singing a […]
No sleep ’till nerd Brooklyn (while I plan for Australia) Every inch of my body wants to rock out to the Beastie Boys “No Sleep Till Brooklyn”. It’s hard-pumping riffs are total coolness. I used to note (well still do) that I was made in Brooklyn. I grew […]
It’s 2:14 am and I’m searching for a Secret: Perhaps I watch too much TV 2:14 am. That was the time at which I awoke startled. Had I been dreaming or as someone really calling out my name? My heartbeat was rapid and I was disoriented. I looked […]
Rooms to expand the mind, belt an Elvis tune, seek shelter and weep across travels Just this morning my son and I were talking about his bedroom. He barely uses his room. He sees it more like a storage space than a space in which to […]
The Month of May left me in the Middle of a Time Warp and unprepared for the coming zombie apocalypse Lately I feel like I am in the middle of a time warp. I just want to stand up, throw tomatoes at someone I keep screaming “dammit janet” […]
In New York you do not magically have a spare room. Oftentimes, you may not really have a kitchen or you may have a bathroom for which you have to stand in the hallway in order to brush your teeth. Extra space in New York? Nah, never gonna […]
Water, water everywhere My mother was very scared of the water. She was mostly fearful of pools and oceans. When she was a tween (before said tween label existed) she nearly drowned at a New York beach. She flailed around and wailed for what […]
The Lost Art of the Handoff: Where will our Memories and Stories Go? This past weekend I went for a drive up the shore of Connecticut and came across a very quaint town called Niantic that seemed liked it was carved out from a movie set. […]
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