I've never been a fan of team sports. Not one lick. I appreciate the athleticism and skill required to play on a professional team and can usually find some pleasure in simply watching such fine-tuned bodies in motion, but I couldn't care less who wins. Intellectually and socially, I get why people rally behind a... Continue Reading →
week fifteen: the extremely mild, vaguely new adventures of 2014
For a vast majority of the last 20 years I've spent New Year's eve watching my partner play music with one band or another in one bar or another with one set of drunks or another. This year I skipped out and went to Seattle for something different. My friend's living room has a perfect... Continue Reading →
week eleven: an accumulation
The weak sun starts to set around 3 these days. By 4:30 it's dark. Until the light comes back, I'll follow up my afternoon naps with nine hours of sleep. I'll avoid festive gatherings in exchange for a pile of blankets, a long movie, a good book, a lapful of cats. For me, this time... Continue Reading →
Tracy Burkholder 