Saturday, November 29, 2014


If the doctor’s manner put me at ease, his looks jarred me. He was simply one of those good-looking men who didn’t know it, didn’t have to know it, because the world knew it on his behalf. His hair was the color of rust, his eyes made of emeralds. He had that Paddy O’Shea sort of Irish look about him, so much so that I might expect him to turn to me with a Guinness in his hand. But he was also tall and robust, the All-American type, a high-school football player perhaps, a college basketball star. He had that kind of body that knew instinctively how to handle some type of ball or another, where to throw it, how to coax it into a hoop. His mouth appeared quick to smile; his cheeks were ruddy with what I figured was good health. He’d probably smoked a cigarette once or twice in his life, maybe a joint, even a little bit of blow, but quickly renounced it. He wore a simple and squarish wedding ring, a gold band that held itself easily around his finger. I imagined his wife might possess the same sort of ease in the world, the kind you’re either born with or not, an inheritance of sorts, a trust fund, a gift. You could never manufacture or purchase it. It was either a given or a mystery.

Cafe Yesterday

Eye contact

Rockridge yesterday. I gave a guy with a dog a dollar and looked him in the eyes. It changed me somehow.

Saturday, November 22, 2014


The webcam gives me images.I'm wearing headphones in all of them, but there is a marked difference. Thank God.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Adam with our babies

 With Jack the night before we went to Missouri.
With Maizie in Tahoe earlier this year.

Saturday, November 15, 2014