On birds, and letters, and opera.

The letter, were I to write it, might open this way: What a year this has been, right from the start… In January we had the craziest weather. One weekend it snowed; the next it was sunny and 70 degrees. Almost every night ended with an outrageously vibrant, pink sunset. Inside the confines of our…

Sing it loud.

In 1975 an ad agency secretary wrote a song that has been in my head for the past several days. I can’t shake it. You may have learned this song, too, if you and I are in a similar age bracket and your parents, like mine, let you watch TV on Saturday mornings when you…

Let’s get it started.

  This will be short, because we have work to to. It may also be obvious to you, but it wasn’t for me. So here goes. I was lying in bed one night recently, catching up on the unimportant, non-depressing kinds of news, when I ran across an essay by Bobbi Brown about her decision…

I beg you: Art. Harder.

On Monday I had to put on my big girl pants, by which I mean quite literally the black stretchy pants with the wide and forgiving elastic waistband. I have done little but eat and drink with reckless abandon since November 10. On November 9 I was too depressed to eat. In the initial days…

5 years in Hipstamatic.

Cheers, 2017; I’m watching you. And thanks to the folks at Hipstamatic for five years of happiness in picture-making.

Four quotes and a (short) movie.

My second favorite Eric Ries quote begins this way: “Zero invites imagination….” The context for the quote is the world of business, start-ups in particular. The idea, extrapolating a bit, is that imagination lives in a place without restraint, specific points of reference, judgment or relativism – all of those things being important, perhaps, at…

Christmas, 1940.

Because Christmas falls on a Wednesday this particular year, the boy wakes on Monday without any particular plans. On Sunday they had done their Sunday things – church and lunch at Nana’s house. On Tuesday they would do Christmas Eve things. Monday, the day in between, begins empty. It will be a long time, a…

Oh mighty Dionysus.

Instead, I hope to leave you hungry and wanting, not quite satisfied. Normal for this week, following a routine I put in place three years ago, would mean drafting and then publishing a 20 minute free-write in which I would list all the things that have brought me happiness in the past 12 months. And…