The Heart’s Always Seventeen
I’m listening to old music and looking at old photos tonight. I wish I had more skill with Logic Pro X or LumaFusion… Instead I guess I’ll just try to...
Read MoreI’m listening to old music and looking at old photos tonight. I wish I had more skill with Logic Pro X or LumaFusion… Instead I guess I’ll just try to...
Read MoreToday was a day trip (emphasis on “trip”) to Bisbee, AZ. Bisbee is an old mining town, reborn as a sort of old hippy outpost, complete with the left-leaning politics,...
Read MoreI took this photo at the place in the park where J and I always used to go. The structure is the peak of the old grade school building where...
Read MoreThere are moments of unmistakeable finality, moments when you just know it’s over. I’ve had a few. One that quickly comes to mind is when I sold my first house and...
Read MoreI have a plugin called "ForecastFox" running in my browser. It popped up a serious looking red exclamation point this morning, meaning a serious weather alert had been issued. It's...
Read MoreLet me try to take you to the place where I grew up (such that I ever have...
Read MoreThe last series of posts have been dominated by the theme of grief. I had originally intended to continue the series for as many days as I continued to grieve...
Read MoreNot over it yet. I don’t know what the trigger was this morning - I had to put the trash out by the curb and Jackson’s old filthy plastic dish...
Read MoreMore quiet tears this morning as I reply to (probably) the last of the condolence messages on FB, messenger and email. It’s so quiet in the house now...
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