I had 12 hours to kill in 1992 between check-out and the flight from Phoenix to New York. I decided to drive to the Grand Canyon. I stood on Mather's Point and cried. First, I felt insubstantial, insignificant, and lost... Read more →

I lost a lot of Mother's Days sometime between there and here. I was tired but mostly I didn't want the conflict. Elizabeth spent weekends with her father; she spent Mother's Day with her grandmother but she always came home... Read more →

Welcome to Phoenix We're going to Phoenix. Why? User conference. Where's Phoenix? Did you fail geography? I was sick that day. Can you read a map? A what? * But it's a dry heat. Not so bad as you'd think.... Read more →

I've been stalking their site since I got here and for the most part it looked like they'd rolled up that fine, fine floor and made out for the territories. Not coming back. COVID killed the radio star and the... Read more →

I miss the Year in Review posts the blog world served its collective self while the remaining December days slipped into top dresser drawers, night tables, and kitchen cabinets. The documented memories and isolated events, sorted, and ranked according to... Read more →

This is us; the world, you know? When the photograph was taken, the average age of these dancers was 6.43; that gorgeous smile in blue is eight, the dubious pink princess in the lower right corner is five, and the... Read more →

I was recently asked to explain an employment gap, which makes sense because I do have an employment gap. Short of exchanging a wage earning job to take on the 24/7 job of parenting from the home or taking an... Read more →

On Thursdays, at 9:46pm the alarm on my phone scared the shit out of me for exactly one second. Maybe less. I might have lowered the volume but that would have defeated the purpose. On Thursdays, fourteen minutes before bedtime... Read more →

It's green, like Ireland but not so overwhelming because it's just a chunk of space, not a panoramic state of being and I can only see it from this window where I work. I have coffee with Bob on good... Read more →

I think all married people do this; at least that's what I tell myself. No matter how hard we try, we lose bits of ourselves over time. Commitment is a horribly abused word. As with the word, literally, it rarely... Read more →