The memoir is already written, if you look through my journals.
Sunday. No church, no yoga, but deep looking needed to prompt the brain, refresh the […]
My favorite subject (so far) on the abandoned campus is The Dollhouse. It opens plainly to […]
No matter where I walk — Mexico, India, Western Massachusetts — my whispered reassurance before […]
Every now and then, I resort to painting on canvas. It seems the thing to […]
There is a space in my Benjamin Moore Frappe (aka beige) kitchen begging for attention. […]