Moist

Words - I love them. I even love the great huge portmanteau words (a la Alice in Wonderland) that carry loads of meanings between their consonants. I am gently mocked by friends and stared at by strangers when my three-syllable ones tumble out instead of shorter, clearer phrases. It's my sloppy brain filing¬†system. I reach…

The fevered frenzied joy of air conditioning

I remember when air conditioning was an unexpected luxury. When it felt wrong to be cooled artificially in the hot summer - how foolish it felt, as a child of the Arctic New England and Canada areas, to shun the bone-warming heat that came, ever so briefly. I wallowed in heat, experimented with sunstroke, burnt…