. They know. They know me and speak their poetry, madly.
No nap, today, fought against pull and push to do so. Thanksgiving over, wife out shopping at one […]
Wine never needs to frame complicated. Wine should never direct prolix. She’s inviting, approachable, narrative and affectionate. What’s […]
that there are certain moments just for me. That I don’t have to share. Life is mine, all […]
Writing on its way. Believe.
pouring Italian wines, all quite rare, friend from company I worked at expressing how happy she is for […]
that tomorrow morning I will wake early. This is my glass last. There will be several pages propelled […]
Noticed a typo in last night’s entry, to the ATLAS Peak Merlot I was sipping, but I’m not […]
The varietal that brought me into wine, that invited me into the collective compositions and narrative, luminous elucidation […]