Sending Pages Out to Dry

And so, I scurried through a morning’s worth of chores: work orders, scrawled complaints about Christmas litter, etc., until 10:30, when I d...

Usually, my sister and brother-in-common-law swing through Atlanta for a quick overnight en route to what, for last couple of years, has alw...

After that rather surprising glimpse into my friends’ marriage, I said my goodbyes and left. Why I thought every married couple lived in a s...

Last Friday, I got to join friends, Serey and Mike for a weekend at their place near the Toe River in Yancey County, NC. But first, we had t...

I wanted to post a new image before going out of town last week and grabbed this watercolor from the early 1990s when I was just beginning t...

IF YOU WERE THE WOMAN AND I WAS THE MAN If you were the woman and I was the man would I send you yellow roses would I dare to kiss your hand...

Some of the time, going home, I go Blind and can’t find it. The house I lived in growing up and out The doors of high school is torn Down an...