By 1984, I was doing more theater, smoking more pot and having more illicit sex than I’d ever dreamed possible … or ever would again. (Had I known at the time that this would be the case, I’d have taken better notes, but who can predict such things?) (And to be honest, my dreams in those days were pretty tame.) […]
The photo is one that I took with my phone. Acadia curled up in the crook of my arm while I’m sprawled on the sofa. The laptop that’s resting on my stomach is just out of frame. As per the ritual, she’s taken my interest in a thing – the laptop – as her cue to stand between me and it, her butt squarely […]
A vendor at the Saturday market sells surprisingly good muscadines and scuppernongs, but this week, the muscadines were missing. “Is muscadine season over?” I asked. “No, but the sugar wasn’t quite right for them this week,” he said. “We’ll have them again next week, and on up through Halloween.” To review: This farmer monitors the sugar content […]
