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September 3, 2016September 3, 2016

Magic and Other Mumbles

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August 20, 2016August 20, 2016

The Chefs Table

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July 23, 2016July 23, 2016

New Glasses

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July 9, 2016July 9, 2016

You have led me home and you’re not even here.

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June 12, 2016June 13, 2016

Born In A Storm… Eleven Years On.

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June 3, 2016June 3, 2016

Hey Mom, I’m Getting Married | Six Years

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April 26, 2016April 26, 2016

Wedding Dreams

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April 16, 2016April 16, 2016

You Have A Nice Face

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March 30, 2016March 30, 2016

I worry for the quiet ones.

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March 16, 2016March 16, 2016

Less Than Par

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  • Magic and Other Mumbles

     My friend over the wires makes magical things in kaleidoscopic ways. This is one of them. You should listen to it. Go on, pop your headphones on, click, read, scroll down and listen. It’s magically magic. But within the bars and beats, listen carefully and, you’ll find this line: “We do not need magic to […] ...

  • The Chefs Table

     Suspend your disbelief for a second, and imagine you’ve been invited out on a blind date. It seems promising, and you’re pretty sure you’ll – at the least – enjoy a good meal, even if it never gets any further. Now imagine arriving at that date, sitting down at the table and the restaurant doors […] ...

  • New Glasses

     I signed up for new glasses a few weeks back. Here’s the thing: I’ve been wearing the same pair I got in 2002. The one lens is popping out, they’re scratched as all heck and…I cannot work without them. Heck, I used to think that cigarettes were my essential ingredient for writing but, as it […] ...

  • You have led me home and you’re not even here.

     Dear Dadadadad. The gulf of time between us is now pre-teen. An expanse of ocean, wisdom and moments all wrapped up in the grandchild you only held once sits before me. She speaks, she reads, she thinks, she grows. And just as she levels up in height, years and age, so too does the space […] ...

  • Born In A Storm… Eleven Years On.

     When I think about the way you entered this world, I marvel, every time. The panic that set in when you made no noise as you arrived into this life… that three-second arched eyebrow your father and I shared, which shot right back down into reality as you mewed your first noise… that was our […] ...
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