August 2nd, 2005.
The world echoes to the sound of damp and I’ve gone from hateful and annoyed to euphoric to worried to ecstatic to damp and miserable to foot-sore, tired and slightly
August 1st, 2005.
Wow, the last couple of days have been a roller coaster for moods and for optimism and pressure-cooker angst. After Thursday night in Putnam I was pretty much on top
December 14th, 2004.
The moment we leave Providence, the clouds start breaking up. Here in Somerville (effectively part of Boston) – well, we’re visiting with my old, old friend, Whitney – and her