I’m not exactly sure where in the universe I am. It’s a little buggy but quite beautiful. Continue reading →
“… I am in love with the world. And I look right now, as we speak together, out my window in my studio and I see my trees, my beautiful, beautiful maples that are hundreds of years old, they’re beautiful. And you see, I can see how beautiful they are.” – Maurice Sendak, to Terry Gross Continue reading →
Now this little thing you see very simply as I wrote it––night, evening, snowstorm, woods, dark, late, snow falling among the alders, and trees, and with a little poetic exaggeration, you know (to see the woods fill up with snow). Did they fill up? How high? See. You want to know. Don’t ask me. Continue reading →
What’s next, a bowler? Continue reading →
It takes some guts to shrug your shoulders (preferably in front of them) and say ‘so what’. Continue reading →
If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I would ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life.
