Gather 'round…
Snow shadows from the Hoffman Hills Tower yesterday March 24Even in the DarkTo be broken is no reasonto see all things as brokenSeldom seen, growing along the ocean floor, the white plumed anemone is a watery blossom. It is white lace opening under tons of black, opening as if bathed in the sun, while so... Continue Reading →
I woke up this morning with the drive to write a blog post. And with the time to do it. When does that ever happen? Answer? It happens only in conjunction with the sudden realization that I have nothing to say. It’s all blather. I don't want to recount the early departure of the youngest,... Continue Reading →
I just broke out the yoga mat for the first time in… ahem… let’s just say a long time and leave it at that. No use getting caught up in trivialities. Why, you ask, would I resurrect such a torture device from the dusty corners of the bedroom? Because a few days ago I decided... Continue Reading →
Tales From the Nexus 