What if this is It?
Some thoughts on living an ordinary life
The other day, Maile and I sat quietly talking about our current writing lives, both which seem to have reached a dead end for now, or a cul-de-sac, a pause in a conversation, a rest in a piece of music, or perhaps an overlook with a well-positioned bench . . . how’s that for mixing metaphors? And in that moment of reflectio…