Era il 5 maggio di 4 anni fa ed ero da poco rientrato dal mio primo viaggio a New York. Una voglia di libertà che quella città mi aveva piantato dentro al petto, come una picconata in una diga e che puoi solo cercare di rappezzare goffamente senza di fatto riuscirci. Il bisogno di sfogo e prendere in mano la mia vita. La mia vita affettiva e sessuale. Non invece per quanto riguardava la mia dimensione affettiva.

I started writing this post in the spring and am just now finally getting around to posting it. Mix of beans, including cranberry, orca, black soybean, and some other heirlooms. Yes, in your backyard. A dumpster outside a barn, piled high with dead pigs. Dead pigs in a dumpster.

Random musings, unanswerable questions, and other stuff. Wednesday, May 18, 2011. She was my first love, first teacher, protector, advisor and champion. How can I not write about her? That my son will be getting braces soon. Hat the groundhog has come out of hibernation and is, once again, tormenting my poor puppies. How my heart was broken this morning when my own daughter told me about the boys at school who had teased her for something. Dem Bones, Dem Bones.

The Somewhat Interesting Ramblings of a Hood. Wednesday, October 24, 2012. Atheism, family, and love. Friday, July 27, 2012.

For one who loves another has fulfilled the law. Sunday, October 10, 2010. Is it more ironic that we take communion as a feast and a banquet or that we take it as a symbol of our brokenness and sorrow? Thanks be to God. Monday, August 23, 2010. The Compulsion to Diet in a Starved Culture. I assume I weigh about the same now; nothing signif.