#PostADay seems to be working for me and I am really trying to figure out why. On the face of it, promising to do A Pos...

It smelled of old coffee. So many things do.

My finger ran across the dry skin feeling puckers and bumps that I could...

A few days ago, ChatGPT seemed happy to help me look up some pronunciations; a few days later, it doesn’t want to help m...

For me, this year began with a resolution to simplify, to reduce the noise that I felt was affecting my day. I knew this...

I sat this morning as the sun arose, drinking my coffee in the near silence of the morning. I had not yet drawn the curt...

Like many other blogs across the web, this blog automatically sends out links about new posts to various social media pl...

Posting regularly is an aspiration that I have noted more in its absence than its execution.

We do so much to try and...

Just a walk through town after finishing up a project.

Love and War in the Jewish Quarter by Dora Levy Mossanen

Th...

Since my birthday is close to the end of January, it — more than the official new year — has often been a starting point...

When you suddenly remember that your website is run by blogging software and the last blog post was about 9 months ago, ...

It takes a firm twist to make the top of the pot come free. Once it starts to move, it turns smoothly in its groove unti...

So far, 2014 is shaping up to be a great year.

I completed two wonderful projects in January (an audiobook and a web...

Sometimes, blogging can seem to get in the way of creativity.

Tearing one’s self away from substantial projects long e...