October 15th, 2017.
Sent these out today… no, I don’t expect it to mean anything, but I feel like just posting on Facebook is whiny. Plus, I don’t actually care about football. Dear
September 11th, 2017.
“Hi, I’m trying to reach the owner of the business?”“Well, you’ve reached the ‘owner’ of an acoustic-grunge band called ilyAIMY.”“Oh, well if it’s not a business I’ll remove you from
May 27th, 2017.
I needed chocolate cake today. Rowan and I played Takoma PORCH, then my friend Gwen and I just wandered Takoma Park, grabbed linner (lunch dinner, silly!), wandered some more, shopped
February 4th, 2017.
Fabulous day yesterday – Rowan and I drove up to Gettysburg and joined up with Heather to play Gettysburg Rocks! – an all weekend festival of music put together by
January 30th, 2017.
Thursday night we joined up with photographer Stevie Oliver to take shots for Heather’s CD “A Message in the Mess”. This allowed me and her brother a good couple of
January 8th, 2017.
I’m having a panic-feeling morning. Heart won’t slow it seems – though in reality my body probably chilled out hours ago. I woke up twenty minutes ahead of my alarm
October 28th, 2016.
Last night we went to see the Indigo Girls. Let me repeat that. Cause holy crap. Last night, October 27th, 2016, Kristen and I went to see the Indigo Girls
October 25th, 2016.
I swear, I lay a lot of the blame for the divisiveness of modern culture along with the pervasiveness of fact denialism at the feet of social media – but
September 30th, 2016.
Last night I dreamt I lost my leg. It was a sequential dream with full cause and effect – and I often have trouble sorting memory from imagination until there’s