Goddammit, People! I’m still me. I plow along through the terror of the times, politically and virally. I deal with the evolving state of my grief and find some room within it to be grounded. I am ...

Oh, sweet relief, people. Thank you. Thank you all. The pig president is on his way out in a slumped waddle. I don’t know if what I feel is hope but I am no longer filled with terror every second and I ...

Vote, People!I know I don’t have to tell you all that. You know. This is the last couple of days…of the free world. Possibly. I’ve done what I can. I voted. I gave money. I tried to comfort myself and ...

I can’t take it, People. Just saying. I can, obviously. Man, it’s tough though.  I never feel well. Physically. I get tested for Covid like every other week. Even though I am painfully ...

Another week, People We’ve adapted. We are living this life, masked, isolated, nervous, strapped. Because it is all so immediate and truly traumatic there is no way to reflect on what is happening ...

It goes on, People. Days are like weeks with no dates or names. Certain patterns have settled. Personal worlds are small. I really have no sense of what is going on ten miles from my house let alone ...

Peace, People. We’ve had a pause. A dark reprieve. A little quiet.  While the monster has been in the hospital, it’s amazing how even the air has seemed lighter. My phone isn’t a terrorist ...

Happy Birthday, People... ...on the outside chance that someone has a birthday today. Mine was yesterday. I was born on Kol Nidre. The eve of Yom Kippur. I think that means something. God ushered me ...

Onward, Folks. Plodding on. The heaviness is real. RBG was 87 years old. She died. Dark days.  It really is too much. It seems that just when you think it’s only going to get worse, it ...

Smokey, Folks. It really is kind of amazing that there seems to be no end to the overwhelming, dystopian shitstorm happening. I’m wary to say it can’t get much worse because obviously it can. ...

Very hot, Friends. I’m sort of waiting for the power to crap out but it hasn’t. Yet. Knock on wood. I’m trying to limit my usage. Then I think, 'Am I going to make the difference?' That’s the ...

Hola, Friends! I am back from my home state of New Mexico. It felt like home which is exactly what I was looking for. It’s nice to have a place that feels like home. Just driving into the state, ...

I’m out, People. I had to get out. I was alone and tethered to a dying cat for a long time. Now he’s gone and I’m going home. My buddy Frank will watch Buster. He’s an easy one.  Home. New ...

Okay, I’m having a good few minutes, Folks. So, let’s see if it lasts until the end of this email.  At this moment I am watching a YouTube video of Heart performing ‘Stairway to Heaven’ at ...

Hey, hang on, Folks.  Right? Jesus, some days are just too much. I’m really trying to stifle very violent future thinking and escapist fantasies but I don’t want to be one of the ones that ...

Sad, bleak, lightless days, People!Bake a cake. Make some bread. Watch a movie. Shit is not getting better anytime soon, if ever. Stay in the present. No future thinky, ease up on the past thinky. No ...

The darkness keeps coming, People! But the weather has been great where I live. It’s hard to reconcile. Encroaching societal/economic collapse, the oncoming environmental apocalypse, the plague and ...

Too much bread and cake, People. It’s got to stop. I made cornbread for no reason and ate it. Then Michaela Watkins and her husband Fred came over a day later with a shit ton of food from Bavel ...