The Time I Almost Got Arrested for Writing a Poem in Chalk on a Bridge

Three weeks ago I wrote you a poem – or something a little bit like one. And I could have just posted it here, but something told me it needed to be delivered to the world in a different way.  It needed to be left somewhere, somewhere where everyone or no one might read it.  And then […]

The day I wrote something almost like a poem, while waiting for a hamburger: Day Twenty-Six

(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city.  Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge:  each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place.  And then I’m going to tell you about it.  If you want to follow my journey, start here.  Today is Day Twenty-Six.) Today, […]