February 5, 2016

January 29, 2016

RIP

Goodbye Paul Kantner, your music was important to me and others. We are losing so many lately, aren't we?


January 24, 2016

Grateful

For the lights staying on, the plow coming through, being strong enough to shovel, Advil, hot cocoa and coffee, polartec, the beauty of winter, staying safe and warm. Oh yeah, and leftover Chinese food. 
Feeling blessed and grateful.


Snow day

The only one out on the pristine street

Except this fella

Even his dog coat wasn't much help. I dug trails three different times and the snow filled them all in within an hour.  
Tomorrow will be better, little dog.

January 23, 2016

Snow forth and have some tea

So grateful we have power. Light and heat are everything right now. Everyone stay cozy and safe.


January 2, 2016

Sunday Quote

You can't laugh and be afraid at the same time.
-Stephen Colbert

And Tucker agrees.

January 1, 2016

Welcome 2016

A lovely quote by T.S. Eliot. The person who designed this lovely poster misspelled his name so I have edited it out (a lesser crime than mine as I pinched this off of Pinterest). So I start this year with a theft of words that summon up that desire for newness, the hope that there is hope and second acts and third chances. Amen to that and here's to a blessed new year.

December 24, 2015

Christmas Eve

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. 

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, 

    Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. 
    For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. 
    And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. 
    And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, 
    Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

    Luke 2: 8-14


December 11, 2015

The fog crept in...



Deep fog covering everything this morning





Prior to seven am, beautiful, mystical morning.

December 7, 2015

Am & pm



The morning, six thirty or so...


Driving my son to early orchestra at 7

The lake so beautiful 

And then tonight, while still at work, out the window



December 3, 2015

Lunch walk




Lunch walls, high sky, through winds


The sky uncertain, gray or blue

The open market is next to the church and cemetery 


Two people at work telling me they have never opened a pomegranate...little jewels



November 18, 2015

Saturday Poetry Event

Hey all, 
I will be offering a poetry how to mad libs sort of talk for all those people who tell me they long to write poetry but don't know how to start. My chapbook, The Night Ghost, will be available to purchase as well. Looking forward to seeing all the authors and events. Come join us!




Let's see if I can post these screen shots in the proper order...



November 15, 2015

Sunday Quote

Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home. 
- Anais Nin


November 10, 2015

Pan Am and Mom

My mom thought an ideal job would be a travel agent. It was the early seventies, my parents doing a lot of business plus related travel, and what travel wasn't booked through his office, was booked through an agency in our town of Larchmont, in a storefront agency with flowers in the front and a cheerful awning over the wide windows. She had dear friends nearby originally from Texas, and Harry, the husband, worked in the Pan Am building in Manhattan. First thing you saw rising over Grand Central Station was the Pan Am building announcing you had arrived in glamorous New York City where anything was possible.  Back in Larchmont, my mom was trying to paint an image of a perfect life to settle her restless youngest daughter. Have a nice job where you could wear a lovely outfit, stroll about town at lunch, on vacations jet off someplace fun at a discount. She saw things in whole pictures and scenes like a story teller, urging me to write romances instead of my bleak fare, and of course, looking back, all of these things would have been perfect for her. A great storyteller with a deep interest in human nature and the details of daily life, what great romances she would have written!  Her interest in other people and traveling would have made her a terrific travel agent. Fortunately she had family, church, and volunteer interests that benefitted from her talents. One of her other ideas for me prompted a few little sweet but amateurish attempts at art on my part for greeting cards - here is one recently unearthed in an old firebox - 
I think dropping that idea for a career was smart on my end....still, I think in pictures as she did, having inherited many of her intangible gifts such as great pleasure found in small moments, and pulling a Scarlett O'Hara to think about it tomorrow when times get tough, and, of course, always noting that building that was Pan Am and feeling, momentarily, so glamorous to be in New York City.

November 6, 2015

The New Yorker

When I was a teenager it always seemed having a subscription to The New Yorker was such an adult thing to do.  
Even if after all these years/issues I mostly read the poetry and the cartoons ....

November 4, 2015

Betsy!

Found a box twenty plus years forgotten deep in the basement. Letters from my parents, postcards and long notes from old friends -some of whom, sadly, I am no longer in touch with, torn out articles and images from magazines, a smattering of old photos...I am only halfway through and am having the best time traveling back through the years. This morning's discovery? 
Thought these were tossed years ago
I remember every one which is kind of amazing considering I am going through some of these old notes and cards thinking - who was this person? -at their signature. Guess I didn't love them the way I loved Betsy! (All Betsy McCall lovers will understand this, I am sure).