Continuing the saga that was 2022, here is the wrap-up to the Year in Review. The second half picks up where we left off, right in the glory of mid-summer and all the fun-in-the-sun moments that make the season so wonderful. Summer lingered into September, and then the inevitable low slide into fall, and the very start of winter. Another calendar year has come and gone…
July 2022: Summer turns to high, and starts on a lazy mocktail note.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do!
A summer day with Dad – my favorite day this summer.
A summer visit with an old friend.
Some flowers are like old friends, and sometimes they are even more reliable.
1000 days of not drinking… and counting.
A divine visit to Provincetown with good friends old and new re-jumpstarted the summer. It was an enchanting place and we had an enchanting time.
Highlight of the summer: the birth of my Godson, Jaxon Layne Ilagan. Welcome Baby Jax!
Familiar angels: the Connecticut Chronicle.
August 2022: The month of my birth, and the last full month of summer – August is bittersweet.
Once upon a time in your wildest dreams.
Another summer visitor, with whom I shared a meditation.
Fading remnants of a full moon set to a song of smog.
August adventures with the Ilagan twins.
Birthday suit post, because who knows how much longer I can keep this up.
Scenes from a simple birthday.
September 2022: In which a Boston visit results in my first manicure, a practice to which I am now addicted so send me all the gift certificates, this spectacular trip to the Encore casino, and a lovely night in my favorite city.
Forewarned is fair-warned when it comes to getting touched by this Bishop of the Catholic Church.
Bringing the Ilagan twins to Boston to make a new kind of American history takes a lot out of everyone involved.
Summer Renaissance ~ dance with me, honey!
Summer Renaissance 2 ~ let’s dance again!
Andy’s return to the pie-making game.
Expressions of a Godson – hello Jaxon!
A birthday gift from two favorite friends.
Extinguishing the burn of one fire from the past.
Flaming September in the burning sheets.
A last letter to the first man who ever kissed me.
October 2022: Fall continues its slow-burn and smolder, with the release of a long-lost project and the usual Halloween shenanigans. You know, season of the wood witch and all.
Is this how sex smelled in the 90’s?
The release of a once-problematic project finds greater resonance now more than ever.
A letter to a mad musical genius – and a friend.
Autumn in Ogunquit casts its own spell, and our return for the second time in a year was happy in the beauty and the company.
These ‘Assassins’ hit all their marks.
We walk in the woods to ease our minds.
30 years of Erotica and Sex, tinged with death.
Andy’s birthday and a family dinner celebrating it all.
More expressions from my Godson – the wonder that is Jaxon Layne.
Three years of not drinking alcohol… and still counting.
Bet this made you look… at my dick.
November 2022: The month of thanks, beginning with this trial of a new holiday cake (spoiler alert: it was a hit).
There is always room for meditation.
Swaying to a mood-enhancing song.
Green clouds of a matcha morning.
I can still make the whole place shimmer.
The gambler and the ham salad, and my very own set of Golden Girls.
Empty rooms of a young heart, waiting to be filled.
‘Beautiful Stranger’ – the Madonna Timeline whirls onward.
Easing into the holiday season.
December 2022: I which our calendar year comes to a close, with all the holiday drama and holiday mayhem you’ve come to expect at the most wonderful time of the year.
Holiday tales and their retelling.
Take a poll and ram it up your ass.
Comparison is the thief of joy.
The Holiday Card 2022: an offer you can’t refuse.
3M.
This year’s Holiday Stroll was one of my favorites, as Andy made the rounds instead of Kira.
Saving my Christmas spirit once again were these wonderful kids (well, pre-teens and current-teens) who reminded me what matters in the world, as well as introducing me to the World Cup.
Christmas Eve with the family.
Rings of Fire: the first burn and all the other burns to follow.
Leaving the glamorous life behind for the boring life, and all the happier for it.
