In less than a week I ate most of a small ham by myself, oftentimes eating it cold by my computer for breakfast with a hard-boiled egg and coffee.
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There was a lot to celebrate still.
More news from nowhere
Lily practices the piano with her teacher on FaceTime and asks if he can teach her the song River, by Joni Mitchell.
Spring frost
By the end of March I’d started taking Ginger on daily walks up the trails near my mom’s house in Germany. There were two sets of trails, but I didn’t know what they were called so I referred to one… Read More ›
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And I thought back to when I was 19, and what I could remember of that: The Cure had released Disintegration and a roommate had the CD.
Count the headlights on the highway
I drove into town to deposit a check around 8, Sunday morning, light fog and no one around.
Days, leaves, light
How the days unfurled unexpected and just hung there in the light.
Of fear and fascination
It is way too early in this thing for me to be getting irritable with my kids while we’re stuck at home.
The new normal
It was winter’s last gasp with wet snow in the lowlands and more expected in the mountain passes.
The view from my window
But if you put yourself in the eyes of the audience would it change what you do onstage?
Bill Pearse 