My heart, after decades of comings and leavings, is a brilliant web of gold.
We were there, noses pressed against glass with a line forming behind us. Waffles walked to the front of his cage, licked my hand (and barked at Art), and that was that.
I drove 250 miles this week, Plymouth to Brooklyn, NY. I’ve traveled I-95 and Merritt/Hutchinson/Henry Hudson hundreds of times. Traffic was light, the day bright, and for reasons that aren’t […]
Books I love include ones read to my children. Some are classics and some should be.
Celebrate birth and life and forget the potted plants.
For years now, my friends have asked why I don’t keep my address book on my phone. Or in my g-mail account. My little black book is showing it’s age. […]