Incongruous is the only word to describe this month. As the definition below suggests, things are “not in harmony.” Continue reading “Incongruous”
Charles, my husband and collaborator for most of the past decade, died on December 9th.
It was peaceful; he can rest now. Charles told me, more than once, what he wanted his epitaph to be, and I think he’d like that I’m sharing it now: “Here lies Charles Rieser. He threw ice at the clouds.” Continue reading “Charles”