Pete says the new kitten’s name might be Minky, but only time will tell.
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Monthly Archives: May 2013
How To Be You In Time
We are about to embark on a series of concurrent adventures, which means I can’t pick a pair of kicks.
Mysterious Topaz rests in fresh breezes and lazy afternoon sun.
Any damn thing could happen this week. By dinnertime tomorrow, I may demand Pete build me my own window sill.
Friday Night And Everyone’s Moving
End of the road, beginning of the driveway I’d hate to shovel.
Anybody Love Anybody Anyway
Topaz contemplates the fall of her mortal enemy Mr. Spray Bottle.
You’d Bet On They That Canter
Apropos of nothing, I’ve always hated Frankie Valle and the Four Seasons.
Breakdowns Come And Breakdowns Go
This was the last time Silver Beach Road would be quiet until October. As we were leaving, the tourists were already gumming up the bridge.
There Was Something In the Air That Night
This sunny bathroom in Gramma’s house has remained virtually unchanged since Daria and I first sang “Fernando” into our hairbrushes.
Surprised There’s So Much To Be Done
My brother Hobbes, currently nesting on my shoes.
And the Radio’s Playing Some
The City of New Brunswick keeps repainting this spot because apparently homeless artists will one day run out of spray paint and homelessness.
For Sure I Got the Fever
Poor Impulse Control 