I don’t consider people old until they are at least 100. Having said that, I think I have the circulation of an old lady. While my hands are always warm and sometimes even hot, my feet are blocks of ice that come in two colours: purple and gray. Gray is more of a shade, but never mind. Now, I collect socks. But it’s very rare to see me wearing any of my collection. I will sometimes make exceptions, and wear…
Sarge and I went back to Glasgow for my best friend’s birthday dinner last weekend. After my gift-buying mission was complete and we went here for more vanilla (and hazelnut and gingerbread) coffee syrup, we went to my favourite coffee shop in my old neighbourhood. I lived around the corner from it, and it must have seemed like I held court there. This is the place where I met friends, laughed, gossiped, waited and wrote. I looked out onto…
I spent all day Saturday looking for a particular piece I wrote on September 11th, 2001. I couldn’t find it, but in the search I found all my old journals and other writing that goes back pretty far. Some things are the same. A lot is different. I want to give that kid/younger twenty-something a hug, and tell her to stop worrying. We’re not in Back to the Future, so I can’t. But I can do this: Dear you, Relax. …
I like coffee. I greatly esteem coffee. No, I LOVE coffee. I used to ask for it in my milk when I was a kid. Whether going to bed at Nana’s or waking up at Grandma’s house, the smell of coffee and the sound of it percolating are laced into all of my childhood memories. The sound of a spoon ticking its way around a mug is still one of my favourite sounds. I believe my blood is made up…
I just finished a rather lovely dinner that Sarge made. I eat, but I don’t cook. Last night, while watching Life Is Beautiful for the first time (what took me so long?), I ate another meal Sarge made. And I cried. Twice. But that was the film, and had nothing to do with his cooking. When it’s my turn to cook, we get take-out, which is probably safer for all involved. I have tried to cook. I have the burn…
