The Music of the (Southern) Night
A mood in me sometimes chases that golden glow that often bathes the high-rise buildings at sunset. It springs to life just as that dusky darkness descends over this mighty city. When it comes, my melancholy mood, it surrounds and comforts me like a fuzzy blanket deep in December, like blesséd breezes in the heat [...]
The Mug
My elbow nudged the mug off the corner of the bathroom sink. It toppled to its side and slid gently into the basin. The good news was that the hot tea was captured and drained immediately. The bad news was the mug suddenly was a mug no more. It looked like it had been mugged, [...]
My Grandmother and “The Angels’ Share”
I’m home today, not in my office, because I chose not to share my newly acquired … cold? … with my colleagues. To take my mind off my misery, I decided to sort through some of my stored Letter to the Editor submissions to the New York Times. In doing so, I came across one I [...]
Paris Found, Paris Lost
Recently, my partner and I went to see the movie Revolutionary Road, which stars Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet.
As a married couple with young children, the protagonists have settled for less in their lives than they imagined they would—settling, literally, in suburbia. The wife dreams of moving the family to Paris, finding their true paths, [...]
GARLANDblog
What follows are my Southern-tinged observations (a blog, if you will) on the world around me, largely in and about New York City—my personal Oz.
THE JOURNEY
Artists can take black and white, divvy it up and parcel it out in shapes and shades of gray that paint the past, or just some rural scene—depicting times and [...]