outside the cave

Month of Firsts

I decided, with that blend of planning and happenstance that fate loves so much, that July would be my month of firsts. We had already planned a trip to Canada and I just added some other things to make it a theme. First, I got a pedicure. I had never done that before, and I’m […]

“like spies in paradise”

There’s a song called “Night School” on Rosanne Cash’s new album, and I’ve been listening to it (and its cohorts) on the drive between Fort Wayne and Huntington, where I am teaching (you guessed it) a couple of night classes here at the beginning of the summer. In a lot of ways, these are perfect […]

Summer Hustle

This is not a revolution. It isn’t an identity crisis, either. I don’t know what it is. Last month, I started running. Well, I called it running, but it is more like jogging. Actually, it is whatever is slower than jogging and more sloppy-looking than walking. I can walk like a champion. I have long […]

Thanksgiving is for dreamers

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to skip town for Thanksgiving. I don’t know where the urge came from. I like my family, and I like Andy’s family. Something about Thanksgiving makes me itch for freedom, though. When I shared my dream with Andy, he concurred, and it became our dream. Every […]