I don’t know where to start. A few weeks ago, I was at dinner with a friend in DC, and tried to make a list of all the crazy things that have happened since …I guess since I last posted. It’s been dizzying, and not all good. I feel like I want to go hide…
Spring arrives late this year. The cherry trees in front of my building already dropped their blossoms, suctioned to the pavement but I’m still wearing my wool coat in the mornings. “Dreaming of April” is my March song But she came and is slow to breathe life into the city this time. I don’t resent…