Flow State

There are fewer things more beautiful to me than the beach in winter. Maybe its my New England heritage, but there is something romantic about cold overcast days and steel-grey water. Shells, driftwood, even the mangled fish carcasses, harassed by seagulls, have a place here before the glittering ripples of the Long Island Sound. ConnecticutContinue reading “Flow State”

41 Years Old

I love egg rolls. The crispy edges, the chewy wrap, the bits of salty fillings, all erupt through the tangy sweetness of duck sauce.  In my other hand is a skewer of teriyaki beef. It is cooked and seasoned to perfection. I grunt my approval as I tear into the hand-held food with reckless abandon.Continue reading “41 Years Old”

My Little Handyman

The car magazine article is accentuated with sighs. My sighs. Long drawn out sighs. Sighs that say to the cosmos- “Why did I buy a house? I was happier in my old apartment. At least there I could enjoy my Sundays without having to work on anything. I can’t even enjoy one simple magazine article?Continue reading “My Little Handyman”