“It’s about solidarity,” we agreed , while waiting the requisite fifteen minutes after my second…
The other night, we were clicking through Netflix movie offerings, trying to figure out which one we…
Today I’m sick of this journal, of publishing the blog, of being The GratiDUDE, of…
Sitting here, I can feel the bass beat of my heart, the constant percussion, solid and…
Writing in Medium, where Susan Orlean also publishes regular pieces, is a bit like milling around…
Nineteen frosty outside, according to my mobile device, and not likely to go much higher than that.
One year ago yesterday the governor declared a state of emergency here in the…
I must have watched it a dozen times the last two days. Maybe fifteen. Maybe more…
There’s not usually much alignment or coherence between what I write in my daily…
A baby was found alive in a trashcan in Dorchester, the largest neighborhood in…
I’m getting my first dose of vaccination later today. My wife’s first is next week and many…
