Thursday, August 9, 2018

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Friday, January 26, 2018

Hail Mary

I dunno. If I were you, I wouldn't put too much stock in my claim to return to blogging, but right now, as I type this, that is my plan.

I have things to discuss. Home design, yes.

And other things. I think I'm ready to commit. Consider this post a secret engagement ring.

Let's see if I can turn things back on.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017


I haven't been too busy to blog. I've been too busy to want to blog. I didn't feel like taking pictures of anything or tossing a humorous outlook onto anything. I just wanted to live.

Not to be dramatic. One can certainly blog and live fully.

But blogs have changed. Where once there were plenty of diary style blogs that helped you ride shotgun in the lives of friends, that has been replaced by Facebook. Now, most of the personal blogs I have in my feed have been dormant for a long while. And by personal, I mean blogs that contain no content other than what is personally going on in the lives of the writer. The shotgun seat. Blogs these days aren't a passenger seat, they are commercials for first class plane tickets that we readers ogle but have no intention of buying.

So where does that leave a dusty twelve year old blog? My blog has hit adolescence and still lacks an identity.  Is it my public diary? Do I want it to be more?

I have no idea.

I launched a business late last year. I had and have a burning interest in that. It excites me to work on it. I feel in control (well, if I were totally in control I'd double my client list in a week, but I digress). So there adds another dimension: do I discuss business related things here? Begin a new, business related blog? Or continue to wrestle with my iPhone in hopes it will make my living room look like my children have not tossed all the throw pillows onto the floor?

I'm writing all this to say: I'm not sure where I want this blog to end up. I do know that writing is important to me, and I too easily fall into the habit of not doing it. So I keep this URL; I keep this space; and apparently I spruce up the logo a bit and decide to dive right back in.

Come in with me. The water is fine, if lacking direction.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017


I am almost definitely pretty undoubtedly going to come back to blogging. Please stay tuned.

Monday, January 11, 2016

To Everything, Turn.

Well I blinked, and somehow almost six months have gone by.

We're settling down around here, pulling up the quilt of dark mornings and freezing nights. Our winter shows are on and a lot of tea is being consumed around these parts. My Amazon invoices are heavier with books and a cup of soup seems like plenty after weeks of dip and wine.

I'll complain soon, like I do every year. The cold will have permeated my skin and settled into my bones, and I'll pull up housing listings in Miami. Our coats will grow to weigh a million pounds and even if I can find the match to a sock, the pair won't warm my toes.

Then just when I've had enough, an osprey will return to its nest over a pier. It'll be darker later and the kids, taller by an inch, will coax their parents down to the beach in weather still too chilly. But we'll be almost just as willing, stamping warmth into our feet as a bon fire gamely tries to flourish and the pizza delivery guy looks at us like we're nuts as he sets down steaming pies. The water will be barely warmer than ice and the wind chill will deliver a sucker punch, but the geese will be squawking and the sky will be amazing, so we'll stand down the remnants of winter and reclaim our shore.

And the thing is, I know we wouldn't appreciate that day if it weren't for today, with it's high in the thirties and the ice on the edges of the street. So come on, winter. Do your thing. I appreciate your place in the circle.