2013 will be an odd year. It also contains every digit between 0 and 3. If you happen to be as oddly superstitious as I am, you understand where my fixation comes from. Uneven years have a way of putting me on edge, and I’m grateful to them for that. It’s time I light a Continue reading 2013


Throw a new decision on the pile; it smolders like burning birch bark. For a few seconds it warms your hands, affirming your difficult choice–then it falters and vanishes into the breeze, getting soot in your eye; stand upwind! You’re quick to whip up in a frenzy, but your eyes won’t be fixed by frustration. Continue reading Scruples