We are passing through some flyover states today… Glad that we are not flying over but taking that slower time to look at the scenery, at what the shape of other places looks like. We came around a bend near Lake Erie and all at once the land flattened out into farms… The horizon...
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Custom Poetry
On Driving
Riding Through Flyover
On Making a Difference
We went to Africa. We wanted to make a difference. My wife and I spent five years in the noisy, crazy city of Nairobi, Kenya. My day job made a difference, but our “side” stuff was what really made an impact. Steve (name changed because of how small the world is now) was a...
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View from the Passenger Seat
Day 3, #Reverb10 Prompt: Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors). (by Ali Edwards.) View from the Passenger Seat Once I sink against the leather– GPS Daniel having accepted Our destination– Once we have buckled With coffee stowed… I...
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Ordinary Rockstar
On Accidental Meetings with Angst Today I was driving in the minivan across the river, when it hit me. I needed to screech. All these letter-perfect songs played themselves out over the speakers all day, telling me that the dull edged blade I was balancing on was tuned just right. I kept opening my...
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Minivan Seeks Same for Meaningful Relationship
On the road, so that means many hours enclosed in our van as a group. Somehow I keep thinking that the more time we spend on the road in this Odyssey, the more it becomes a part of us. Sort of like growing roots only with no chance of growing vineyard vegetables any time...
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I’m Not Mowing The Lawn…
… and the reason I’m not is not at all simple. Despite the fact that I drive the heck out of our zippy five-speed manual transmission Mazda, and the fact that I drive our minivan like I need to get the kids to the raceway poddy–NOW! — despite both of THOSE facts, I feel...
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The South End and The North End
My friend Bonnie wants to know what is wrong with our town. Well, I have an opinion about that. Here it is. The Pieces First, there are a bunch of us liberals that live in one area of town, up North here. We are mostly white, Judeo-Christians, or has-beens like me who jumped ship...
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A Long Way from Home
On the road, in a car, weaving through the hills, we listened alternately to the sound of radio palpitating, or the body sounds the car spewed coughs or chuckles, the careening of hot tires communing with pavement. That tree flying is a Norway maple, twisting toward the sunlight– just the same as the one,...
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Bye-Bye Fit!
Or, The Saddest Day Thus Far Colin just drove away with our Honda Fit. Honestly, I had NO idea how attached I’d gotten to that car. I truly felt like crying. It was cute, and peppy, with five on the floor, and the most no-frills, no-nonsense style of any car I’d ever met. Yes,...
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The 4x4s that Ate Connecticut
… Or, Why We Can’t Find Our Car in our “Green” State Connecticut is a “blue” state which means that it generally votes democrat. It’s full of “liberals” running around shopping at Trader Joes and farmer’s markets, buying organic and bringing that GREEN hue to every statement they make. Hence the theme for today’s eco-rant,...
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My Mazda Obsession… Part 2
Ah HAH! I did it! He doesn’t know it yet, but I DID IT! I secretly convinced my husband to buy the car I WANTED and made him think HE WAS THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY THOUGHT OF IT! HAHAHAHA! (evil laugh continues for quite some time….) (and continues…) Here’s my Mazda adventure, part 1. FABULOUS...
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Pooping Dogs, Booming Thunder and Other Traffic Hazards
It stands to reasons that a state within smelling distance from NYC, with only two major, parallel, “North-South” roads, 3.5 million residents and acre-sized residential lots, there will be some traffic. Now, I am not opposed to spending some time in my car. In fact, I adore being alone in my car, despite my...
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Having a Fit in America
Having landed safely and been released through Homeland Security, it all begs the first burning question: What is the first thing you buy in the Land of Capitalism after living in Europe for three years? That’s right. A car. Tainted by the foolish, small-car-ways of European car makers (they invented something called a “SmartCar”...
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