Watching the Sondheim documentary on the plane. That was a mistake. During this scene from Pennebaker’s movie I had legitimate concern that I would make a spectacle of myself by loud, gulping sobs. It is not possible to react with silent, tasteful tear rolling down the cheek. It is not that kind of art. I …
Category Archives: confessional
Self improvement
I’m 44. I am starting to think that I cannot really change my stripes. I have been trying. For a long time now. Yeah, I had some bad habits that were really getting in my way. Like, risk of death kind of things. I addressed those and they were lifted. But what about these more …
9,000 cups of coffee
I was making the descent down the parking garage yesterday and feeling a craving for sweets. It is a rare craving for me, and so I was mentally indulging it, trying to imagine the perfect satisfaction. Pie? No, too red, too tart. Ice cream? No, melty and cold. Chocolate? Yes, but how? Not a bar, …
Rash
I got poison ivy when I was visiting my brother in Indiana. He lives by the St. Joseph River in South Bend. FishingOn the last night of my visit we went down to the river bank to “fish” with my 7-year-old niece. It is an adorable ritual my brother developed with his daughter in which …
