The biscuits were baking, the jam cooling, and the bacon sputtering yesterday morning, for brunch (not Grease, though the bacon rendered plenty) was the word—brunch was the time, was the place, was the motion; brunch was the way we were feeling.
A small group of the leading lights in digital innovation filled the magic cottage with [...]

Something about Cambridge in the fall—the colorful leaves, undergraduates attempting to look morose in careful layers of (let’s acknowledge it, plaid) clothing, cadenced conversations rising from patios and bricked walkways—it feels as incredibly American as…apple pie ice cream from Lizzy’s on Church Street.

A bit precious, maybe, but delicious. To follow that, [...]

It begins with the pink panther theme from across a Chicago intersection.

I went up the L platform to meet my friend Brian, a groovy cat himself, and off we went to Pilsen, a Chicago area with notable Mexican food, in a city of very notable Mexican food.

Passing the rainbow building, we went to [...]

Yesterday morning, seemingly out of nowhere, rain began drumming on the magic cottage and the light began to shift.
Just back from traveling, I looked in the mirror and thought about what I wanted to happen before the end of the day:

And then I walked out front, started my car for the first time [...]

In late morning, the light through rippled glass dances, lines appear for a moment and reappear, reminding me that we only see the parts of light filtered into wavelengths we can comprehend. And the rest? Whimsy just out of sight…

Most mornings, I pause briefly to admire the leaves of a plant just outside the magic cottage–some are green with red veins, some red with green veins.

As though woven by chlorophyll artists, I noticed the slight tears and small holes in many of the leaves the other day. Perhaps part of the tropical storm [...]