I lost my voice. And I kind of love it. Not so much the endless cups of tea and not being able to run (the wheezing…), but losing my voice has helped me find a few important things like solitude, more attentive listening, greater thoughtfulness when I do attempt speech and the best maniacally-sounding laugh … More in the quiet.
A full-on country music festival heated up Manhattan this weekend and marked my cue to leave. I drove to Tulsa for a quick visit with Magpie and Zach; a 4.5+ hour drive each way. I’d downloaded Dante’s Divine Comedy to keep me company, but one half-hour into the drive, I’d entered into my own third ring of hell and switched off … More 10 hours of solitude