Last week I flew to Kansas City to be with Josh. It was a spur of the moment thing, and I needed it badly. I originally planned to stay three days, but Mom was doing well so we extended it to five. And each day seemed at once infinite and far too short. I got Read more >>

My dad wasn’t around much, and when he was, there was usually drama. But for some reason, when I turned thirteen, he decided it was time to give me a guitar. He played, his dad played, and my dad never had any sons. So he gave me a 1979 Takamine acoustic, a jumbo dreadnought that Read more >>

(from my paper journal) I am sitting in the patient room with Mom while she receives Gemzar intravenously. She is in a recliner, leaned back on two pillows with a blue blanket draped across her knees, engrossed in a Nora Roberts novel. She is wearing a grey tracksuit and has others at home in a Read more >>

I have been in the States for two weeks now. More distinctly, I have been in Crestline for two weeks, for the first time since I was seventeen. Yesterday, Jenn and I were driving into town and I saw someone on the sidewalk that I vaguely recognized. I don’t know who he was, or if Read more >>

The term is ending in a couple of weeks. There is an exhibition to prepare for, a poetry reading, a couple of concerts. I have been quiet here, because I have had work to put between myself and the days that I try to accurately (and admittedly, artfully) record here for you. I have had Read more >>

Well, we’re off. Deposit has been placed on a cute two-bedroom apartment in north Kansas City. Two beds, two FULL baths, fireplace – and the crowning glory, a dishwasher. I have never seen such luxury. And to celebrate my newfound largesse (apartment-wise), I’m kicking off this blog to log my journey from California to Kansas Read more >>