It was a 280 mile commute complete with baby road rage. Baby, not fully matured lunacy road rage because we haven't been back in traffic long enough to collectively lose our shit. It's close though. Even the cyclists are working... Read more →


David Kaynor died on the 1st of June and six days later I took Elizabeth's violin from its case and in its place returned a fiddle. Less than 24 hours ago I did the unthinkable and broke my heart, and... Read more →


The original timestamp on The Red Umbrella (and the light) is August 13, 2020 which has caused a dip into the well of cognitive dissonance this morning. The post was written forty-eight hours after I'd put my affairs in order... Read more →


Anne Sexton - Nov 9, 1928 - Oct 4, 1974 In 1987, Jack Zipes published a collection of fairy tales called, Don't Bet on the Prince: Contemporary Feminist Fairy Tales in North America and England. The two authors who stood... Read more →


When Talia was three, she got lost in the garden behind the house. She stomped in circles around the same copse looking for a break in the underbrush; there was none. When the moon was full, she howled. Nanny didn't... Read more →


Eponym's Pub attempted to commence business at the tail end of the Miocene Epoch; this was a financial disaster as most of its client base was still trying to find the land bridge. The staff attempted to collect unemployment benefits... Read more →


I lit out for the territories on May 11, 2011. **** The first time you venture into the forest with only yourself for company can be a bit of a shock. I carried a journal and wrote at the start... Read more →