I padded down the carpeted steps, pausing on the landing to absorb the lavender light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling window. Turning to descend the last several steps, my grandfather's milky eyes supervised the endeavor as he peered out from the family portrait at the bottom of the stairs. My attention…
It’s Not Working, Guys
I just spent ten minutes trying to figure out how to open my mouse to replace the batteries. The brain is not working. Hence the title of today's post. But I can't whip out that line and not tell you about the cyborg. See, we have some friends. Two of…
Home
Yesterday I awoke to the cacophonous thunder of honking. Rolling, relentless peals ripped me from my surprisingly sweet and nostalgic dreams. While my mornings usually start with the bleating of horns bouncing off the buildings that line Fourteenth Street, I was not in Hoboken — I was home in Virginia.…