Wine is in all of my moments. If I try to refrain, it’s permissively insane. It insists. IT’s […]
Month: July 2017
needs a fucking freewrite. I hate feeling like I’m “on assignment”, even if the assignment was given by […]
taking a few minutes to yourself and seeing and feeling how resplendent it is to be alive.
First night of solo-ness after wife and little Kerouac’s leave for DC. In adjunct cell after a more […]
Day 39, 7/18/17, Tuesday…. Just wrote the vino letter a jour, now a couple moments of other written […]
“I think of that pink wine when I hear Zinfandel. Is that wrong?” 40-something woman says. “Well, it–” […]
Only have a few minutes to type. Going to Jack’s pre-school graduation. My son, graduating pre-K… how. Why. […]
up all trees. Wanting to find everything in its planet and universe, streets and alleys, corners and general […]
…wine’s taught me— time sin’t forever, time just keeps with its sprint and doesn’t give a shit about […]
thinking about travel, again. Going against what’s expected. Why does wine hold this hold over and around me? […]