November 2024

Almost all caught up. Almost.

January 2025

It’s normally my favorite month, but this one was swallowed by grief.

August • September • October 2024

Some missing pages.

July 2024

“I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicada lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.” — Terri Guillemets

The Black and White Chronicles

Lee: Once you start asking those questions you can’t stop. So we don’t ask. We record so other people ask.

May 2024

The road to Hell, yadda yadda…

April 2024

“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” — George Orwell

March 2024

“But why should the daffodils and tulips / Get all the praise and blessings? / My rebirth goes unnoticed- I am worthy / Of smiles and dazzled cries of worship.” — Lea Malot

The AHL All Star Classic 2024

The Legs Feed The Wolf

February 2024

“There is always in February some one day, at least, when one smells the yet distant, but surely coming, summer.” — Gertrude Jekyll