Want to sleep but can’t. Want to read, but words on the page are drowned out by words in my head. Put the book down to rest on my chest with the light still on, close my eyes for a second. For a minute, drift off, brain doing that fantasy dream thing.

I am so used to leaving things behind that it seems counterintuitive that I should have driven away from California so ceremoniously last June only to return in winter on an airplane. It’s anti-climactic, this reunion. What I should have done was to go live a life in another country for ten years, and then […]

Air travel, which once was dreamed of by humans confined to land, which was a fantasy of the future - clean lines, perfect compact berths, the powerful whirring of jets, which has revolutionized the way we live and work, is only a dreaded inevitability of travel.

All has been quiet on the ruby front this week because I’ve had a houseguest, Mr. “O Silent Escort” disensconced himself from Vermont to come visit me. Why he chose the arctic cold of Chicago is beyond me, but we sought entertainment during the week with some dancing, eating of food, bookstore browsing, watching of […]

I should probably start a three digit serial number for these snowblogs. I hear that I have a lot of them coming. Today it’s actually gorgeous out and gives me hope that I can survive this winter. I’m reminded of the snowcones my friend Becky and I used to make in the fourth grade. They […]

Ok… all that snow I was whining about before- that was nothing. Now it’s dumping outside. It is as if someone in a department store dropped a whole box of fake snow all at once on a little model city. Only this is not fake snow. It’s cold and wet and not shaped like plastic […]