My wrist buzzes. Without cognitive thought, I push the button. Return to sleep. My wrist buzzes again. And with this begins the dance of the beginning of a new week. I stumble down to the kitchen to start the coffee that I will need if I am to have any hope. As I am engaged in my robotic morning motions my mind wanders. These shorts. Larger than…[Read more]

As the rain falls, I recline in deep thoughts regarding the time at which we will be in another country. When the breeze will play over our bodies from the balcony with the waves gentle ebb and flow upon the sand below. Can we rediscover what we once enjoyed? Before careers took over. And parenting? And Covid? Can we enjoy each other? In a warm…[Read more]