Friday the 13th. I will watch my step. The slight thaw this week hasn't changed the snowscape. But the... Read More

It is February. One month til March. Then spring. I'm anxious. This especially brutal winter has taken a... Read More

I poked through some boxes of books I'd brought home because I didn't know what else to do with them... Read More

Friday morning, 2 a.m. Nested in my bed. Bundled beneath the counterpane. The orange eye of the... Read More

It has been a glorious week. Dirty, hard, cold, seemingly endless, yet fleeting because... Here it is Friday... Read More

The bare white crooked branch was too long for the firebox. Its end propped open the iron lid of the... Read More