We’ve started going to the pretty church in JCrewville and oy, what a scene. I had been resisting going there because it seems claustrophobic to spend time on Sunday with the very same people with whom I’ve spent Monday though Friday. Come the Sabbath, I’m looking for a break. But here I sit, surrounded by all… Read More Peace and Quiet
My daughter, Caroline, has a new pet stick. Denied any real pets in our house, she now takes inanimate objects under her wing. This week, it’s a big stick. Her benevolence is adorable as she cuddles her orphan stick broken off cruelly from the mother tree and left alone in the grass. And it is cold… Read More See Stick Run.
There’s this woman who works at our Starbucks that I call the White Woman. Not because she’s the only white woman – JCrewville couldn’t be any more lily-white. But in a coffee house that employs hip, sullen, young folk; she stands out glaringly. She’s middle-aged and totally suburban. She looks like someone’s mom. Her Dorothy Hamill haircut and… Read More The Great White Barista
When I was living in Chicago, I went through a lonely period. All of my good friends had left the city to settle down, and I was still there, working at this small ad agency that was going out of business. Almost everyone had been laid-off, so I didn’t even have co-workers to hang out… Read More One is the Loneliest Number
Small Town. Small Times. 