It is a week until Christmas here in picturesque New England. And it is raining … coming down buckets of cats and dogs. At the same time Old Man Winter is blasting the sodden landscape with fierce winds and erasing the little bit of snow cover we have had for a while. It really is…
Disturbing news today from the department of fact and fiction. Lord Thistledown, spokesman for the Royal House of Whinger, announced that an arrest has been made in a sad case involving the destruction of the royal bleeding-hearts. Authorities have long sought those responsible for the continued desecration of the Kewpie Garden’s beautiful Lamprocapnos. Considered by…
Christmas was all packed up and put away for another year. All the glitz and glam was gone. With help from my neighbors, my fake tree had been dismantled, folded up, corralled into its box, and carted off leaving me to contemplate my existential astonishment at how its bogus existence had created such genuine joy…
We all leave something behind when we interact with others, and the fragments, like little gifts of this and that, can bring joy or sorrow. During this holiday season when those around us appear to be fraught with anxiety, and fueled by bad news, I think about what type of gift it is that I…
This small oil was painted over an older image. The surface texture carries the remains of the earlier work, and creates something I like to think of as the territory of the heart. We all carry scars both visible and hidden. This work reflects how the heart carries on working over uneven terrain. We all…
This is a little reminder of Valentine’s Days in the past when a dear friend always sent his wishes signed xxx love n’ stuff He has been been gone for many years now … another valiant warrior that fought in the cancer wars. I always remember him on this day and wanted you all to…