Τι όμορφη μέρα που είναι σήμερα. Έχει ένα δροσερό αεράκι και λάμπει ο ήλιος. Αυτή η φωτογραφία του Paul και της Doe τραβήχτηκε στο Central Park στις another όμορφη μέρα. Έχω λάβει πολλές ευχές για περαστικά από θαυμαστές και φίλους … Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση
I have no denial about the age I am, or what it means. People start to get sick at this age. The body fails in all kinds of ways. I’m aware of that. I’m conscious of my own mortality. I … Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση
I turned in my third draft to Lisa B. a week ago, and have been writing songs since. I’m rusty but today recorded one in order to hear it back and I think it’s not bad. My goal is to … Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση
I took this photograph last year (or the year before?) in Central Park. I don’t carry my phone anymore when I walk. I used to forget to take it and then decided to keep forgetting. I like to see what … Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση
What a winter it’s been. I’ve been thinking a lot about Maggie E. who died suddenly a week ago. We were not really friends but I’ve known her for a long time. She worked with Knox and I remember her … Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση
This is an excerpt from the book I’m writing called, The Accident. Days. There are days when she can barely get out of bed. Days when she drinks her coffee and goes to therapy and walks through the Metropolitan Museum … Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση
The first day of 2014. Happy New Year, friends and readers. Yesterday, I saw a documentary, called Shepard and Dark, about Sam Shepard and his best friend, Johnny Dark. I’m going to watch it again because it was so layered, … Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση
I can’t do the sight of it justice. The bright golden, orange leaves of this maple tree, five stories high. Every day, I’ve watched it change. It stayed green as the weed-tree behind it turned yellow and lost all its … Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση
Woke up thinking that I hadn’t gotten the Sequoias right. In my book. The description wasn’t quite accurate, felt shallow. Then I remembered there are no Sequoias in my book. It was from a dream. I felt a moment of … Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση
What does it mean to have a full life? My perspective shifts all around on this, determined by my very changeable moods. But by whatever definition, this week my life was full. It was so good that when I reflect … Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση