August 2, 2018 4:09 pmPublished by admin
I do not need distractions or white picket fences. I need to write. I need to push myself to the limits so I have something to say. And I need to read what others have said, that I may remember the vague, gnawing feelings I have all day have names.
March 22, 2017 11:11 amPublished by John Montesi
Arriving in a new city by night is always a confusing experience, made all the more surreal by the biting cold and sound-deadening snow that blanketed the town on Saint Patrick’s Friday. Aside from brief breaks for fuel and key exchanges, I’d last stood on solid ground in Manhattan, which made this quietude a special blessing and also a shock to an addled system.
July 28, 2016 10:42 amPublished by John Montesi
Getting nearly killed by a car, or anything else for that matter, can be a magnificent blessing in disguise. It... View Article
April 8, 2015 10:59 amPublished by John Montesi
The idea that a river has a character distinct from all other rivers seems impossibly provincial. If someone had said... View Article