Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. (Rainer Maria Rilke) Color is a prime...
August 2, 2021. North Fourth Art Center is open for business. Five former staff returned to work today, including me. It turns out I really like work…it makes taking showers,...
Watching Handmaid’s Tale on a rainy afternoon. Praise be. Adam Grant recently wrote an article about languishing (NYT April 19, 2021) It wasn’t burnout — we still had energy. It wasn’t...
As I read of the latest mass shooting I was thinking that soon we would all know someone killed or injured by a gun and I felt the urge to once...
How I became a fan of Prince Philip and why I am mourning his death more than might be expected…I discovered he was caring, kind and thoughtful with his mother, Princess...
Good to know Covid didn’t alter that weird state of existence called ‘Monday.’ I am most anxious to return to work, to normalcy, to complaining about Monday. Of course work…as in...
Places are medicine for nearly all that ails me: Far places, foreign places, home places, warm places, cold places, as my passport will attest…most places. But a couple of them are...
I have these photos…fall, winter 2020. Not great photos or particularly meaningful photos…but they capture ordinary moments of a not-at-all ordinary year. So for posterity:
It is difficult, wresting oneself from 2020. It seemed that the election and beginning of vaccine time had gone a long way toward a New Year. Then the attempted coup by...
What a strange week. Energetic. Writing. Picking bedroom paint colors. Time at North Fourth thinking it will be part of our lives again? All good…except that the Sleaze just won’t leave...
