Right now I’m imagining myself in my office, at my tasting room, noting what I want done for […]
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And, class out. Teaching done for the week— Or not. I’ll upload a bizarre amount of thoughts and […]
Went upstairs to help a bit with Emma and Jack, “Papa we’re good if you wanna go get […]
‘nother quiet cut. In car driving, he ‘sleep, piece music, sans sound. Shhh.
7:14, up with Emma downstairs. Last cup of coffee made. And me, wondering how this day’s to do. […]
After the day’s length and intensity, I’m drained and very much surrendered. The mood has landed on my […]
I’m tired, eager for something to happen with the writing— part of me wants to just say ‘fuck […]
When One Thing and When the Other Don’t ask me for advice. I don’t have any. But […]
of coffee. Writing fathers, or this one in this entry, this morning.. need coffee like fish need their […]
Over 1,300 words. Lecturing notes and pieces for my book, the MS due in March.. to be sent […]