Next day. Oakville again, just not as much time to write this session, or sitting. Thought this morning: […]
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Just ran into old friend, from winery I used to work at, for— no, AT. Nice to see […]
First, nowhere to write here in downtown ‘burg, Square. Not at the bookstore, or repugnant Flying Goat, or […]
She’s not sick, I can see, and she can’t teach 90 minutes or even a full two hours […]
Second cup of coffee, and I just said to my daughter, “Okay, Emmie, we’re going to coffee our […]
Why the fuck do I have to be sick today, yesterday, now? Have to write myself out of […]
When a wine writer is sick, goes home sick from a winery, can’t taste wine at home, it’s […]
Acting’s though I’ve been excommunicated from the wine world, especially its industry, and focusing on my students; my […]
After mornings like this one, I used to simply let myself fall into that pessimist’s pit. So what […]
Tired. Sick. But I have to keep going. Done with cough drop. Now, coffee. And the med’ roast […]