Stephanie Braxton just sent me a first draft of the one-act play she has been working on for three of us to perform at St. Michael's and I can't find the inner calm necessary to sit down and read it. I need a session and all my regulars are unavailable. They say that anger left to fester leads to depression and I'm afraid that it may be true. I ( Read more... )

So, I traveled to St. Mikes for a rare mid-week visit last Wednesday. The occasion was supposed to be a liturgical service that would take place by the edge of the Hudson River. Three years ago, it was a YA thing that opened up to the rest of the church once Crosby relinquished control over it ( Read more... )

I have to get out of Frontpage's head. Or, rather get him out of mine. It is even darker than I had ever imagined there. He is in pain and the pain has been covered over by medication. It is like waiting for a subway train at midnight with a blanket, a sheet and a down comforter over my head. I can hear the train getting closer and closer, but, ( Read more... )

That was how I woke up this morning. No Saturday Kitchen for me.

Well, it's official. About seven months of euphoria came to an end this week, the longest streak in my life. I could feel it seeping away on Tuesday, virtually witbout warning, as I sat at my workstation staring at nothing in particular. It began almost like a strange taste in my mouth, something metallic. And, a slight sensation that all was not ( Read more... )

June came and went by more quickly than any month since this journal began. The saying, used to be, "Beware, the Ides of March", but I would replace that with "Beware, the End of the Fiscal Year ( Read more... )