Well, I've gone and done it. I will skip the apologies and jump straight to the excuse. My family and I have spent the last few months pulling up roots and moving. A new home, a new latitude, a new language, a new lease (if not on life, then at least on the home).
Just for the record, I didn't leave because of Bush. You wouldn't believe how many times I've been asked that by former fellow New Yorkers. Good grief.
My reasons for leaving New York are complicated and personal enough to be more boring than enlightening, so I won't go into them. The reasons to be here are more interesting. The photo explains a lot: my youngest daughter, diving off a sailboat into the Caribbean Sea. Over the next few years, she'll do that more times than she'll climb into a taxi. We'll all spend more of our waking hours under blue sky than under a roof. We'll all remember that stars should be plentiful and that air should smell like flowers or rain.
And I will be writing again. Sorry about the prolonged silence. (There, I went and apologized anyway.)