My desk is tucked into the far corner of my dining room, just to the left of the bank of windows that take up most of the external wall. I can’t see outside if I look directly in front of me, but if I turn my head to the right just a bit, I […]

Last week I wrote about the CVS at the corner of 19th and Chestnut and how I always imagined that that intersection would be the set for the play of my life. Here’s another piece of the story of why I am attached to that spot.
During my childhood, my mom would bring my sister and […]

I am totally, completely and in all ways exhausted.  But it’s a good exhausted that comes from a full day of doing stuff, which means that I am almost, entirely back to normal (except for the occasional hacking cough).
Yesterday afternoon I found myself stuck in some minor traffic, trying to get across town to see […]

After the water incident yesterday, I spent the rest of the afternoon writing at a coffee shop. It was one of those afternoons when the words and ideas flowed and I felt directly connected to my highest, most creative sense. After about three hours, I walked back home, still buzzing from the writing […]

Often times I get notices slipped under my front door, telling me that the water in my bathroom or kitchen is going to be turned off on this date or that, for several hours or a whole day so that they can do some work in some apartment above or below me. I stumbled […]

Half an hour ago I was in the bathroom, drying my hair, when my mom came in and said, “Hey, do you know that you have nine comments on your blog?” I unplugged the hairdryer and sat down in the computer/dog room, to see what people had written. I was a little afraid […]

The first power tool I ever bought was a little Black and Decker cordless screwdriver. I bought it my sophomore year of college to put together my bookshelf. My primary Christmas request that year had been for a large book case that “collapsed into a pile of boards” and my dad, with the […]

and his name is Blankbaby. Well, actually his name is Scott, but that’s not quite as superhero-y as Blankbaby.
Scott spend more than four hours last night (yes, that’s what I said, 4+ hours!!!) fixing my broken, yet still beloved, iBook. I think I may know owe him some cookies or my first born […]

Growing up I always felt like I was born in the wrong era, so desperately did I crave old things and old places. Always one to like things out of sync, at a seven year old I longed for a water pump, at nine I wanted an old fashioned coffee grinder with which to […]

I have a purse sized black umbrella that I bought at a dollar store about year ago for $2 during a downpour. It’s a fussy little umbrella that doesn’t stay open without some persuasion and a good dose of manipulation of it’s little metal arms. But open and engaged, it’s a perfectly serviceable […]