Not exactly someone to invite into your home

29Oct08

You can’t unsubscribe from Martha Stewart’s email list.  I’ve tried.  You just can’t do it.
 
It’s almost like she got out of prison and decided, “OK, world.  You locked me up.  So I’m going to gather email addresses like there’s no tomorrow – or at least like there’s five months in the pen and two years’ [...]

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Sucking his thumb, or not

26Oct08

Teak decided he didn’t want to stay and watch the dogs in the dog run outside the American Museum of Natural History, so we walked alongside it, I holding his left hand so he could suck his right thumb – or not, depending on his mood (he wanted the option) – headed toward the new [...]

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Stand down

22Oct08

When I lived on Avent Ferry Road in Raleigh, which ran south from the campus of North Carolina State University, I would wake up at seven each morning and press “play” on my stereo, prompting Joni Mitchell’s voice to evoke “Morning Morgantown” as I rolled out of bed with a smile.  Following were “For Free” [...]

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while i slept

21Oct08

Into the garden,
Light and children,
Peaceful, pleasant, more than glee:
Stepped inside that dreamlike vision,
I of Him and He of me.

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Softening up on the Mohs Scale

13Oct08

I met Abdul today.  He is the hot dog man outside of River Run Playground at 83rd Street in Riverside Park.  I’ve bought probably $100 worth of hot dogs and ice cream bars for the boys in recent months from him, though my total might be closer to $500.  Not sure.  I finally decided to [...]

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