Retiling

Jill and I retiled a table recently. It’s a small piece, one that Deb and I brought back from her mother’s house when we cleaned it out after her mother’s death. The whole family made the trip to Santa Fe in July. We focused in and made quick work of sorting through a life’s accumulation of material objects. The time we spent there was in the middle of the time when I was having the…
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Back to Myself

I have always hoped that one day my life would calm into a kind of predictable rhythm, that each day would follow the next smoothly without notable incident, that years of positive experience would teach me that there is more to living than steeling myself against the constant threat of things falling apart. I’ve spent most of the last few decades working to build a life full of the kind of stability that would allow…
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