A Writing Room of One’s Own

A Writing Room of One’s Own

I write at a desk next to windows that overlook the Mystic River. I can see the changing colors of water and sky, as well as the rock ledge that caps our backyard. It’s a nice setup. The only issue is that my desk also abuts our kitchen, the heart of the house, a...
There’s Still Time

There’s Still Time

It’s easy at 62 to look backward. Most of my life is behind me. And wistfulness seems to increase with age. As a younger person, I used to be amused by my older relatives who talked about a loaf of bread costing a nickel and the good, clean fun of a high school sock...
What About the Baby?

What About the Baby?

As a writer, I’m also a reader – both pursuits are intrinsically linked, in competition for the betterment of each other. Since I write fiction, I read mostly fiction, often selecting books that explore the complexities of relationships and the undercurrent of essence...
One-way Conversations

One-way Conversations

The second most common question I’ve heard in the last year – the first being “Are you okay?” – is “Have you watched any good shows on Netflix?” I’ve asked this question, too, when talking with friends and family, all of us on the hunt for something to do when the sun...
Dawn: The 24-Hour Reset

Dawn: The 24-Hour Reset

“I’ve always liked the time before dawn because there’s no one around to remind me who I’m supposed to be, so it’s easier to remember who I am.” Brian Andreas I’m often outside before the sun comes up. If I leave the house when it’s still dark, by the time I reach the...