The end of the novel: NEW ORLEANS IS GLORIOUS. Go there. Bring deodorant and loose pants. Thanks to David and Joanne for being THE. BEST. HOSTS. We had an unprecedented time. xoxoxo, my loves. Be well till the re-seeing. – SAW For the full gallery of all the images, click here. The password is: unclewillard
If a picture is a worth 1,000 words, I’ve just written a novel about beautiful, swampy New Orleans, Louisiana. We traveled all night, landed at 8a, piled into Aunt Joanne’s car, and were immediately handed cold beers that we popped practically before we were buckled. From those first minutes, as we drove past levees and […]
Every moment is about a dollar, and – depending on how you view each instant – is quite an expensive memory or a passing, priceless second caught in the act of happening. Summer and fall are over now, and – so very nearly is the year, but see? – I have this fattened deck of […]
The scene opens with our protagonist crackling sheets of seaweed snacks into her mouth, chewing complicatedly, absentmindedly, as she hurtles down the highway to PANTyRAiD’s firm beat. She has passed countless hours this month, this year, just like this – with the miles ticking away as steadily as the unfaltering bass. From PA to New England, […]
3/17/15, St. Patrick’s Day, 2:36p – This point of morphing and melding seasons – when crusty rusts exhume to greens, when winter clings to the windy spring of March – is my favorite. Its changeable breath blesses and infuses us with both warmth and coolness – sun and cloud – depending on the minute. My feeling may change on a […]
