When you achieve hygge (pronounced hoo-ga), you’ve found a cozy contentment in life’s simple pleasures: friends, family, warm blankets, candlelight.
Category: Gin
A Beer With Jimmy Buffett
In mid-January, “even the moon shines with only half a heart,” as Jane Kenyon put it (read her if you get the chance)
Roses. Glue. Freeway fumes.
We welcomed the new year, at the float depot under a dank overpass: Roses. Glue. Freeway fumes. Haven’t been this high since college.
Cotton in the Canyons
January is made for old Hobbits like me. There is rain in the hills, cotton in the canyons. It’s a good month for bulky sweaters…throaty old singers…snoring dogs.
Everything Is Sticky
Candles have melted into the woodwork. The place is still littered with half-bottles of Cab. Our living room looks like the set of a Noel Coward play.
To the Naughty…to the Nice
Merry Christmas if words are your wrapping paper. Merry Christmas if “Chestnuts” stirs your soul.
Hope, Faith and Eggnog
Christmas is the blanket God drapes across the world. Don’t believe? That’s OK. Occasionally, I have doubts too.
I Prefer Schulz to Shakespeare
I’m as simple as simple gets. I’ve always preferred Schulz to Shakespeare, sledding to sleigh rides.
Savor Every Moment
Funny how Americans set up a holiday defined by gifts, promote it with all sorts of gooey Proustian moments, then tear it down piece by piece.
The Wolf Who Cried Boy
These are the relationships that now define me: Smartacus and Suzanne, plus Catty Cakes, the maestro of my life. Plus White Fang, my bombshell of a dog.