23 Days

Tomorrow I’m flying back for a funeral, so I might forget you again. Or I might not. Maybe I’ll have a deep spiritual thought at Penn Station while I’m waiting for the train. Today was another Shakespeare day, and having his words in the room with me feels as good as my humidifier, this time […]

25 Days

I started this plan while on a long walk in January. Seventy-seven days is a lot. What was I thinking? Well. And flying back and forth across half our great nation as I will this week. So I’m giving you a couple charming videos: “Is the moon eating the sun?” Unfrozen Caveman brought to you […]

28 Days

Hi from hospice. My grandma’s working on dying today. This hospice place is great, my family is great, we’re eating, laughing, singing, getting each other coffee. So it’s good. I feel lucky to be here. A little snow. Lots of good company. Hospice is great because there are no emergencies. Someone is dying? Yeah, we […]

29 Days and I’m Pulling the Plug (Death Humor for Ash Wednesday)

I told you I would likely forget you yesterday, and I did, as a man rained glitter down on us, as we krewed up and krewed down, as the layers combined made snow a nonissue, as I lost my full ribbon hem somewhere, as I ate warm red beans and rice in my dear friend’s […]