Well, that would have been a typewriter. I’d been thinking about the one I’d used in college for awhile wondering where it had gone and one night in July my brother and I were in the cellar of our childhood … Continue reading →
Well, he did say he likes to make lists Continue reading →
And now the obligatory cat photo – deirdre this morning after a normal night with them sharing available bed space. Continue reading →
we circle here, all our joined hands • our circle and its brightness stands. Continue reading →
Art is our memory of love. The most an artist can do through their work is say, let me show you what I have seen, what I have loved, and perhaps you will see it and love it too. – Annie Bevan Continue reading →
Who you are inside is what helps you make and do everything in life.
