Over the past few years, the culture has offered, via books, articles, and blog posts, glorification of joys of one’s own company, single life, single travel, whatever.
I mean, fine, good for the authors. Not proudly, I am not buying. Continue reading “Nothing”
A month ago, I resigned from the job that brought me out to the Bay Area.
It’s OK, I started a new one this week, closer to the City.
It was a right decision. It was the time to leave. It was past the time. Continue reading “In Between”
You were in the news this morning. Or so said an industry news feed alert. I didn’t read the article.
You were also in my last dream this morning. With the changes at work, I’ve been thinking about you, and how the place is not the same any more. Are the places ever the same? Continue reading “You Were in the News”
“No.” I say firmly toward a brick wall in front of me. “Nope. Nuh-uh. Not good enough. No.” Next to me Tiffany asserts: “No way. No. No!” To the same wall. Continue reading “No”
One of my occasionally unhelpful patterns is to connect with the people who are leaving. I thought about that, uncomfortably, one of the deep Fall evenings we shared the way home.
There is another way to see that. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Friend”
