Really, I digress ...

Last Saturday, I woke up determinedly on the wrong side of the bed, and nothing seemed likely to right that wrong as the day progressed. We had a 1.00 p.m. hair appointment in Midtown, and we set off rather late unsure whether to take the subway or a...

Ben and I in Pittsburgh recently for his fiftieth birthday
It's been over two years since I wrote on this blog. I'm playing with the idea of writing again. But certain things mitigate against that. For a start, it seems my page is only visible to people who are signed into Google. For another, my static side...

The 50-year-old version (note "version", not "virgin")
Recently, I’ve begun taking the dog, D’artagnan, out for a wee ramble on a largeish patch of grass straddling an abandoned railway track near my apartment. He’s a nervous creature, most of the time. But if he’s certified that there are no people walking...

(It hardly seems possible this was the view from my apartment window exactly two months ago)
Spring has long since sprung here in North Carolina. And whether it's the lusty burst through of new life in the grass and trees, or the alignment of the planets, the same might cautiously be said about my take on life. I feel it's possible - not definite...