On Saturday morning, I finally dusted off my journal in one of the most serene spots I’ve enjoyed writing in. The past few months have been a true grind: a big grant deadline on the 25th; a grant that’s been in planning stages for years and the intensity of actually creating what turned out to… Continue reading The Hummingbird
The second J and I walked into our apartment for the first time and saw the huge south-facing windows, we were pretty much sold. The kicker was that there is one pane of glass facing west, directly towards the ocean. It took me no time at all to establish a new habit (at the expense… Continue reading Whale watching
On April 20th, without giving it too much thought, I titled a blog post “A Blog a Day.” I set no parameters, no end-date. It’s now been a month, which seemed like a good minimum for a new habit. I already wrote a bit about trying to maintain writing in some form every day, even… Continue reading One month!
Two days to go. This is kind of like releasing the “Best Of 2017” list on 12/28/2016, but I can’t imagine I’ll learn anything new in the last two days of this experiment. It’s what’s on my mind, and that’s what I write about. I do have time for this Even with a load of… Continue reading Things I Learned from a Month of Daily Blog Posts
also posted on Medium – https://medium.com/@embank11/entitlement-a-sketch-bc5ba243e5e5 I’m trying to figure something out. I haven’t fleshed out this theory, but it’s been something I’ve been mulling over and seen pop up again and again in all of my conversations—real and virtual—ever since #45 began his candidacy. By writing about this tonight, even without doing research or polling… Continue reading Entitlement (a sketch)
I’ve posted a blog every day since April 20, thus bringing me to about the two-thirds mark of sticking with this for 30 days. Thirty days to make a habit, right? At the end of those thirty days, I don’t know if I’ll post every day or not, but I definitely want to keep writing… Continue reading Finding my voice
I am sitting in a nearly vacant Symphony Hall, looking out the huge windows onto City Hall. I’m squeezing in a few minutes to write in between my decadent dinner of French onion soup and moules (and two glasses of Cote du Rhone) and an 8:00 performance of Emanuel Ax playing Mozart. Last year, I… Continue reading Me night