Gardening Leave
No rain or wind and the sun has made an appearance. The garden is a mess. I'm bundling up and heading out there to tame what has grown wild and…
The January After Turning 65
Two Weeks Before. A frozen morning. Outside, an army of bone white trees. An icy clear sky. Birds pecking at the kitchen window. You say, 'it's only a number' the…
Last of the Autumn Leaves
In early November the girl can see her breath. Clouds of smoke in the crisp air. She wears a red and black checked bomber jacket; owned since university. A cold…
Room 329
The hotel room, dressed in washes of brown, looks out onto a busy road. I have pulled back the curtains, opened a window. Gray clouds heavy and sodden painted against…
The Day the Earth Stood Still
(A rambling film review for the 3rd day of January because the first week of the year always feels like the earth is standing still. Also, I'm working on new…