On my way to work yesterday morning, I passed a bus stop where a young man was sitting, waiting. He looked tired, perhaps a little tattered. With both hands, he was holding a cup of what I assumed was hot coffee; he seemed to have a fixed stare on…

I stepped outside this evening and the air was cool, but not chilly; clean, but with no hint of dampness. There was a familiar scent on the slight breeze, and I recognized it in an instant: It smelled like the grounds of the Arizona Biltmore hotel…

There are some days where the culmination of a simple, otherwise inconsequential string of events has the most fascinating, most interesting impact on my life. Some days I’ll run late for work, and I’ll come upon an accident that has just happened…

Year after year, I find myself in awe of the fact that mankind can build pyramids, launch satellites, rockets and missiles, perform surgery with tiny cameras and tools of precision, and turn a grape into an alcoholic feat of goodness. Yet the one …

Sometimes I’ll be talking to a friend about an idea for a play, a movie, a business or a song, and they’ll say to me, “You know you could totally make that happen, right?” The question is as though they’re aware of my long-standing — yet occasion…

Today I found an old mix CD that I made about 11 years ago. In typical fashion, I hadn’t written anything on it so I had no idea what it contained. I gave it a listen. I was slightly embarrassed by a few songs, surprised by others, a few I’m still…

Sometimes I sit down to blog and I know what I’m going to write about. Other times, I don’t. Tonight is an example of the latter. You’d think, given the simple “Thanky” focus of these posts, that something should easily and immediately come to min…

I hopped online to write tonight and was greeted by a Posterous screen I hadn’t yet seen before: “Down for maintenance.” I missed a heartbeat (possibly two), then calmed down. Down for maintenance? No bueno. I have a [self-imposed] deadline. What’…

One of my best friends said to me tonight, “A star is brightest right before it burns out.” Someone who’s on the verge of a life-altering career change, Friend was talking about the underlying current of energy that’s been felt as of late. Friend …

If joy was a tangible object, for me it would be a strand of twinkle lights. When I lived in Connecticut, I remember visiting stores like Anna’s Linens or Home Goods, trying to find things to make my place, well, more like home. On one particular …