Back in New York. To the winter. To the cold. To the low low low in the heart. But how nice that we have each other. And are alive. 

Here's a new essay I wrote about Brady (my stepdad) and living with veterans of war. It's simple, but I hope it's truthful. 

The essay is up on InDigest and is called, Listen. I hope you read it if you have the time.

I haven't made a New Year's resolution yet. I am resolved against delusion, but I am tossed up in dreams.