Wednesday, December 26, 2012

there's a dog, too.


we are home.
there are lots of us, and all in all, it balances out that we like each other.
oh, sure.  we love each other much, too. but it's that day in day out liking each other that seems to be the sticking point.
we've made it through christmas and i think everyone was pretty darn happy, if i do say so myself.
charlie is clueless but so handsome that he gets away with any and everything.  for the record, that only works because he's a dog.
t. is doing the dishes for what seems to be the seventeenth time in the last four days.  please don't make me come up with an audited number.  it's just a guesstimate.
there's a new pet next door, and i'm thinking that must be where the girls all are.
i made soup out of the leftover brisket, and that's really just the first of many soups-out-of-leftovers that need to happen around here in the near future.
in addition to chicken pot pie.
the snow outside is beautiful and treacherous.  we are all happy for it at this point.
and just now they came through the door and i do believe happy is the word, after all.

best wishes.

Monday, December 24, 2012


best wishes
to you
in 2013.

i know i've been remote here.
will remedy soon.


Sunday, December 16, 2012

it's just going to have to be enough.


i have nothing to say.
neither do you.
there just isn't anything worth talking about it.

do you think tomorrow is going to be any different?

i'm scared to go back to work and have to talk or not talk about it.
i just can't do either.

take care, all of you.
(all of us.)


Tuesday, December 11, 2012

hi from tuesday night.

the trees in crown heights looked like feathers, today.

today, in crown heights, brooklyn.
the sky changed almost by the minute.

beautiful, frustrating.

i spent five hours in the car and the rest of the day standing up,

i came home to some girls leaving,
one girl sniffling.

one husband on his way out to the high school concert
and now home.

and dinner ready,
and a very short, sweet night


Monday, December 3, 2012

emily, fifteen.

emily, fifteen.

'nuf said.
( i might start writing again.  but not tonight.)


Sunday, December 2, 2012

if i could sing, i would sing a song about you that sounded like this.

t. tonight, done drawing.

love.  so much love.  to all of you.
you know who you are.