Trauma of the athletic variety
It was an odd weekend…I’m glad to be back to Monday and all the familiar rhythyms of the work-a-day. Saturday and Sunday had a cold drizzle punctuated by periods of hard driving rain, the back drop to Friday night’s Chernoybl-like meltdown with My Better Half and Saturday morning’s damp and chill soccer game where in […]
M.I.A.
It’s Friday and the reason I’m not here writing sensual poems with unhappy endings is because I’ve gone to the gym to dash off a quick three miles and hurl myself through the Nautilus circuit so I can be in G’s classroom by 10:30 where I will volunteer to be her teacher’s punching bag for […]
White Cake and Cavities
I know, I know, three days without a post. But it’s all over now…all that up my ass-ocity. I’m busy reclaiming my own slice of routine and normalcy save for the entire right side of my face which is still numb after enduring an excavation and a filling. This morning, when searching the calendar for […]
The Straw that Broke The Race Horse’s Back
Today is the beginning of April break and, as is always the case here in New England, the first Monday of the week long vacation is Patriot’s Day.
Having grown up in these parts, Patriot’s Day has always just one of those holidays that is part of a long weekend, a long weekend in which […]
