In my keepsake folder, I have carried a photograph of two people I’ve never met. Going on 30-35 years. Where I found it I can no longer rightly remember, though I have a vague recollection of watching it emerge while I was peeling another photo out of a frame. Continue reading Someone Else’s Parents, July 1956
Who are They? What is the it they have named Rock, and why?
I have no idea now, but at some point in my recent past it was a statement worth scribbling down and tucking into my notebook. And with some import it seems, being written all on its own, on an otherwise blank piece of paper. Continue reading “They’re Calling it a Rock”
Over here in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul, March came in like a lamb and it’s going out like a lion. Of course, I’ve already cleaned and stored away my down coat, quilted bibs, and other cold weather gear. Rather than have to wash them again, I’m making do with multiple layers of spring and summer clothes until the last frosty lion of her pride has sauntered north. Continue reading Because of Winter
The last four weeks of my father’s life began in the cancer ward of a Seattle, Washington, hospital.
As he lay on his deathbed, he sought prayers and salvation from every person of the cloth that would visit his room. He’d actually asked that his name be put on any available list. He was afraid and, I venture, he felt he had good reason. Continue reading What Promise Love
I’ve arrived in St. Paul and settled into the place I’ll be working in this winter. A sweet, single family home that needs a little rest and recuperation before taking on the job of rental unit in the spring. Continue reading Surfing the Flux aka Living My Schtick
In a small-town suburb of St. Paul, Minnesota, on a hot and sweaty day in July of 2006, I suffered a severe electrical shock. It was the kind that froze me in place, mid-action, my eyes staring down at the tangle of brightly lit holiday lights clutched in my hands. Continue reading From Then On
A short time ago, while fixing a roll-out cupboard, I found an unopened tin of powered, dark chocolate lost in the shadows of the ‘way-back’. Just a few feet away, in the refrigerator, sat a hunk of Manchego cheese my cousin had brought home that very same week and, there I was in a kitchen with a stove. Call it serendipity. Call it destiny. I was not going to let this moment of culinary kismet pass without attempting to make a candy, Continue reading Dark Chocolate, Manchego Fudge
As autumn descends from the horizon and creeps closer, I like to seek outdoor entertainment. Any excuse to soak in those last, sweet days of summer before hat & coat weather comes rolling in.
On a beautifully such, Sunday afternoon I went to Philadelphia’s Magic Garden, an indoor and outdoor tile, metal, and glass celebration of Isaiah Zagar’s creativity. Continue reading A Magic Garden in Philadelphia
The starting gun: watching Bruno being hauled away on the flatbed, tow truck.
The finish line: a new-to-me camper-van of slightly larger size and easier maintenance.
At the starting line: Agency Work along side Writing & Art Business. Continue reading And The Race is ON
I’m putting my first t-shirt art project to bed. Yesterday was the last day for orders. I’ve only got a handful of shirts left and I’m feeling pretty good about the whole thing. Continue reading ‘Toons ‘Shrooms – Project Complete