A Break From Everything

Yesterday, I returned to work with surprising results. I slapped the snooze button once,  a good sign, and found myself easing fluidly into the daily routine. It's a good sign of a restful vacation, one with no reading and no writing. Yes, other than reading tweets or scribbling in my journal, I did not blog …

Post 550 Milestone: I Heart New York

“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.”-Tom Wolfe, Author and Essayist One Year Ago today, I undertook a solo adventure with a bumpy start. I originally meant to land in New York on the 15th, but weather forced my flight to nearby Albany. …

Winding Down Vacation 2016

Vacation 2016 now enters its last few hours. I know it sounds dramatic, but three weeks off does that to a person. Three weeks of catching up and detoxing the year before getting ready for the next one. The library operates under its summer hours (8-4, Monday to Friday, Closed weekends) with few, if any …

Postcards from a Stay-cation: The Two Week Week One

On my calendar, it looks like the end of week one of my three weeks off. In reality, it feels more like I packed two weeks into it. On Monday, the 2016 Writer's Circle read from their works in progress. Later we gathered for the wind up at the home of our facilitator, the sun …

Vacation Countdown 2: The Staycay From The Vaycay

Technically, my vacation begins this Monday. The countdown ran out at 4 pm today, a day already feeling too long to my anxious mind. At the moment, 6:50 pm according to the clock on my computer, a cool breeze balances out the humidity on my balcony. My day began with a bang as Winnipeg had an …

The New York Paradox: Cotton-Ball Head and Renewed Energy

Note Again, this post originally has a pub date of Wednesday, or Thursday, or I-don't-know-what-day-anymore. I underestimated the effect of the cold I picked up somewhere between LaGuardia and Trudeau.   I landed in Winnipeg with a stuffed head, plugged ears, and a carry-on full of ticket stubs/signed playbill/brochures. Fortunately, I live within walking distance …

New York 2016: A Different Kind of Cold

I knew coming to New York in February meant coming in the cold. However, this cold feels different. Let's start with my face doesn't hurt. In Winnipeg, the cold will feel like a thousand teeth biting into your cheeks without a hood to beark the wind, or a scarf. New York has the kind of …