I've done it again. . . gone over a month without saying much. . . silence is a dear friend to me but I seem to lose track of time so ea...

I was a small child when the first grand tour of the treasures of Tutankhamen came to America. The madness in the art world that surrounded ...

If there was one special superpower I would love to be able to instill in others at will, especially other creatives who want to make their ...

The Mapmaker's War. . . I am currently submerged in this wonderful book by Ronlyn Dominique Often it can be the first line or few para...

It has been awhile since my last post and the reason is singular and simple. Writing does take my soul deeper into my own experience and, re...

In the city, Spring was my least favorite of seasons Winter kept the streets silent Everyday rain makes people go inside and Whether th...

To understand who we are I think it is important to mine the past. . . the childhoods that formed us into who we are today. For all the re...