The sweat tastes of her salt, of course, but also of the chalk that dusts her palms. The room feels warmer than it shoul...

Sometimes, the writing can scare me.

There is a moment immediately after the creation of art, art in any medium, where...

I find it hard to disengage for the sake of silence. And this is true even though I appreciate the silence once I am the...

As I wake to write once again, I find that all my mind can focus upon is the strike. Creatives and the studios built u...

More mirror than window is such an eloquent way to put it. The more direct the light we shine upon one another, the more...

I just lit what is likely the last fire of the season. I primarily warm my home with a heat pump these days, but on occa...

I took a day off from journaling yesterday, just one day, it shouldn’t have really been an issue. But, this morning, I f...

“The fact that [AI]’s specific output cannot be predicted by users makes [AI] different for copyright purposes than ot...

Winter just fights to hold on, and does not go gently. Even a mild winter, like this one, with only the rarest of harsh,...

A month ago, I set out to publish a blog post every single day of the month of February. In the beginning, I had no idea...

Gazing at the night sky, I try to let go of the shapes that I know. Dippers, and hunters, and heroes — bears, sisters, a...

Often, I take a quiet hour or so out of my day, and walk a loop up and behind the campus or down to the Connecticut Rive...

Because I have been keeping a journal electronically for so long, I standardized on plain text files. After all, just ab...

She’s asleep in the next room, just like the old days. My daughter is curled up in a pile of blankets while I type away...

I like to mono-task, and I like to do it with focus and intention. In my opinion, multitasking is highly overrated. I am...