Pushing back on neuroplasticity
I got the Sydney norovirus right before it hit the news. I’m recovering, but slowly; the persistent low-grade nausea is annoying — and worrisome. I… Read More »Pushing back on neuroplasticity
I got the Sydney norovirus right before it hit the news. I’m recovering, but slowly; the persistent low-grade nausea is annoying — and worrisome. I… Read More »Pushing back on neuroplasticity
My darling host V got this year’s brutal tummy flu two nights ago. His daughter, L, and I jumped right on it. A couple gallons… Read More »In a house of flu
I’m working on a series of 3 novellas, a triptych: 1. Kronos in season: The growing-up of a primal god. 2. Hell — the bright… Read More »The point of mythology — and there is one
This picture shows the only thing I can do with any real success right now. Each time a piece goes in, I soak up the… Read More »Recuperating
The first leg of this flight was the best I’ve had in years. I chit-chatted at the gate with another invisibly disabled person for half… Read More »A great flight
With uncharacteristically sublime timing and verbiage, I got us into a breakup conversation that was the kindest, most civil and caring one I’ve ever had.… Read More »Departure day
I have to be back up North by noon on Thursday, to collect my mail, get the paperwork, meet one of J’s many brothers, and… Read More »Bringing chocolate
At the end of last year, I had the pleasure of writing exactly the kind of end-of-year post I’d always wanted to: Pleasant without being… Read More »Any such thing as "just another day"?