Like many of you, I spent much of my time boiling my fruit, scrubbing my milk cartons, debating the benefits of bleach as an aperitif, hoarding toilet paper, cutting my own hair, and bathing in hand sanitizer. The lockdown certainly put a crimp in my dreams and goals, but optimist that I am, I saw it as a quaran-tunity to expand my horizons and deepen my canyons.

Written in the wake of the knee-ing given to Nancy Kerrigan…

The ticking of the miniature grandfather clock centered on the…

This annual end of the year note is gonna be YUGE! Believe me!…

To all my dearest friends from Jon to Trevor, Stephen to Larry,…

My recent trip to Toronto (or “Tronno” as the locals say)…

You know those videos they used to show us in high school about…

There's a storm front coming, if you will, as the Piano Man,…

December 24, 2012 @Dearest friends, hobbits, Big Bird, Honey…

12/18/2011 Dearest ninety-nine percent, GOP mistresses, remaining…

April 29th Dearest Penelope, We arrived today in Chesterfield…