Cleveland Love

stir-crazy here, going somewhere just to go, keep it low-key, hope it all gets straightened out, hoping the dread is overblown because this ...

It always comes together, everything working out except for that whole business of the lock on the apartment not locking and then being impo...

Another year another move, boxes piled up, everything in the middle room, wondering how I ended up with so many paintings, why half of them ...

When women complain about how men don't have feelings, I wonder if they listen to Jawbreaker. That being said, I can't remember how ...

The piles of boxes keep rising, more and more of life in compartments, inventorying the legacy of inheritance and consumption, as words of g...

Enough of culinary goodness and conversation as I leave the house to walk in the woods where the palette is grey and grey and brown under th...

The rituals continue cyclical, shifting with age, as we're no longer required to do cutesy little kid Christmasy things like sing "...