The sky is always there, gray, or not. Sometimes the very dullness of it opens up as if unleashing a river. This is what my life has been like these last two days. Everyday routine cracked open to reveal that knowing and not knowing are an endless kaleidoscope ( Read more... )

The richochet of sound off my sleeping ears woke me too early this morning, dreaming a bomb dropped, maybe lost in the turbulent Middle East, suicide bombers and twanging music, straight out of Syriana, viewed alone last night before bed. Instead it was the Howlin's landscapers emptying a load of topsoil. All day their small backhoes have sullied ( Read more... )

Today is the end of Chrissy's first year at college. Prepare for the invasion of boxes, laundry, another life snoozing below me. Also a return of conversation, late night debates on philosophy, politics, media. Remembering the good along with the bad ( Read more... )

March 27, 2006 (9:02AM) Mon ( Read more... )

Right now, I should be going to bed. My ribs hurt all around the corner to the back. We went on a 3 and half mile walk in Stinson Woods today which was so nice, though now I am paying for it. But... below me is the vibration of the bass from Warren's Band-in-the-Box, and the mellow tones of his sax conjuring up all my love for him ( Read more... )

Seems so odd and futile sometimes coming here to write these thoughts that no one really cares about. Hoping to come out with some gem of wisdom, some unearthed light that makes something else clearer, except really what is that but a momentary delusion. Is sanity a delusion and really we are all just that hairline fracture away from madness and ( Read more... )

NOw that the ribs are knitting, and I can feel them literally tightening up under my chest, I can sleep. What a sacrament simple things seem when they have been denied for any length of time. So, too, the winter seems blessed since I had thought we'd warmed ourselves out of its snowy embrace. Just enough snow to be pretty, not enough to make me ( Read more... )

I am an obsessive news hound. Even more so since I broke my ribs six weeks ago and have been laying around alternately wanting to die while coughing, and occasionally feeling well enough to sit up and webcrawl. So I have been vaguely amused by the stories of huge excitement surrounding the Super Bowl coming to Detroit, bringing in celebrities and ( Read more... )

The subject of James Frey's travesty: A Million Little Pieces, has been kicked around in the media for the last couple weeks, much to my delight. I particularly like Mary Karr's take (http://www.nytimes.com/2006 ( Read more... )

When I was ten I got to hear Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. speak live to a crowded high school auditorium in Grosse Pointe Farms, Michigan. It was March 14, 1968 ( Read more... )