I’m taking a month off from blogging. It’s not a joke, though yes, this is April 1. For the month of April, I’ve got a whole line up of posts ready to go. And none of them, not one, were written by me. I threw the doors open, invited 29 bloggers in, and for the …
Sleepy headed guy in a black hooded sweatshirt. He stands in the shelter out of the wet. On his neck, a lipstick kiss tattoo, pinkish red, very real if a little too big. As I’m trying to figure out what color that is, exactly, the bus arrives, he flips up his hood, and I can’t …
Typically, we blast through Bellingham, Washington, making no more than a coffee and bagel stop downtown to fortify ourselves for either the Canadian border crossing at Peace Arch or the bumper to bumper traffic between Everett and downtown Seattle. Chock full of coffee and carbs, we grip the steering wheel, navigate Interstate 5, and wonder …
29 guests are invited to my house. Bring something to share. Seriously. Just show up in my in-box, there’s nothing else to do. I’m trying an experiment. I’d like to see if I can get 29 posts, one every day for the month of April. 29 posts, one every day, written by you. Why 29? …
Every now and then someone asks me if I really play the uke. Yeah, I do. I’m not very good but I love to play. No, I mean I REALLY love to play. And the uke has been a big help with my stage fright issues. Occasionally, just to prove that I play and that …
Yesterday afternoon I was a weird combination of restless and lethargic. Earlier that day I’d handed in my corporate laptop — the nine month contract that saved me from a very bad work market was over, I’d been replaced by a full time on-site “resource”, one more willing than I am to sit in a …