In which I try to make sense of that feeling that can't be described, the one that brings it all together -- or lets it fall apart.

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For the holidays, it's not uncommon for lots of people to be travelling about. I know that I am, at least. Continue reading →

It's a simple word, but with big implications that are easily shattered. Continue reading →

In which I celebrate the little fairie lights. Continue reading →

There are a lot of stories told around Christmas time, and I try to expand the ones I see every year now. Continue reading →

For me, everything starts with the arrival of solid snowfalls. Continue reading →

In which I relate some experience at theatre to a bad definition, and then look toward the present future.. Continue reading →

In which I decide to raid the shore of foreign calendars, to take all the joy and bounty for myself! It's ok: I can share. Continue reading →

In which I contemplate the difficulties to come, now that a milestone has been reached. Continue reading →

In which I stare the unknown straight in the space between knowns, and then laugh as we figure it out together -- by not figuring it out at all. Continue reading →