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Time to leave the big city and return home. Yippitayayey, git along little doggies, you know that Wisconsin will be your old home. Where are...

Happy anniversary to me… Awkward first steps: in my second blog post ever (January 3, 2004), I am already riddled with doubt, as I find myse...

When the bell tolls I would like to be at a table eating and drinking and laughing. Some (my mother?) may find this to be a superficial and ...

what are you doing new year’s? What am I ever doing: eating, drinking, taking photos, grinning, thinking, spinning back ‘n forth back ‘n for...

Where am I heading on this next-to-last-day in December? No, Oscar , I am not having an existential moment. This is a very real query. A...

There we were, last night, the Sad Liberals, coming together in the old neighborhood, skirting in our discussions the real troubles of the w...

My friends have cats. That’s not the worst of it: it seems that most of the bloggers listed at the side here have cats. So anything I say ab...

The fog ate everyone up. But how do you explain the emptiness of the apartment hallways? All public spaces in my loft building are empty. Ce...

I am in court first thing this morning. A foggy day, a wet kind of day. On the bench, my favorite judge. Memories of past trials before her,...

I have known Ed since the middle of October. I have fed him bowls of soup, he has helped fix mixers and VCRs at the loft, we have traveled t...

Rerun performances: same baked treats for breakfast, same squash soup with goat cheese dumplings, same Cornish hens, same chocolate-orange y...

So goes the opening line of a kids’ book. Then, in fewer than 100 words, a story unfolds. It’s not a high-drama thing. Spot bumps a few orna...

So it’s beautiful. But then, it always is. 1966: I set out in the cold, snow-covered, dismally poor Polish countryside, in search of a tree....

I wake up knowing that the day is now longer. We are moving toward summer. And still the tree remains untrimmed. [One year, I imagine that w...

Before leaving for France, I bought a Christmas tree for the loft. It was no small matter, if you forgive the wording here: the instructions...

Yesterday, Tonya wrote about a dinner party discussion she had where she posed the question “which would you prefer: to be invisible or to h...

I’m feeling grateful. The trip was such a boost for me, but the boost came not only from being in France. It also came from those who hovere...

Yesterday -- the last day. Morning spent walking through the rich countryside of central France; the afternoon -- in an ostensibly sleepy c...

Friday morning. Gray skies, one packed suitcase, one duffle bag, time to leave Le Cheval Blanc and slowly head back. The plan is to spend ...