Suprise Me

"When I was seven years old I took painting lessons in the French Quarter of New Orleans. Read More

So, over the last 65 years, I have progressed from my room to my recliner and my shop, and I am as happy as a clam. Read More

The Great Pickleball Noise War I was an adult when I started playing tennis seriously,  but try as I might to ratchet up my game I seemed to have plateaued at intermediate level 3.  I was too good to enjoy playing with beginners,  and not good enough to play with advanced players who certainly didn’t… Read More

She was the fun aunt – the one who let me do everything my mother forbid. Read More

When I think about “first times” the one event that comes to mind is the first time I stepped into a gay bar. For the great majority of you, there is probably not any comparable experience you can point to and relate to this experience. You grew up with it being perfectly acceptable—in the right circumstances—for you to… Read More

Our Garden You, the ruthless pruner, who fears not the bend of limb and tearing of tissue Somehow reflect a greater faith in the Divine plan and the blooming of Life.   Me, the timid intruder, who observes and reveres the struggle to survive- Ever too aware of the pain and trials of growth and… Read More

Resistance takes courage and commitment, two things I often find that I have a short supply of. But sometimes….even I have limits.   Read More

My conclusion from this is that we, or many of us, write for the satisfaction of having our words survive the birth canal, and be launched into the stream of time. Read More

I helped Mom lick S&H Green stamps and put them in many, many books, but I have no memory of what she traded them in for. As I scanned the Internet, some thermoses looked familiar, so perhaps she traded them for those and the matching cooler, which would be used at Memorial Day picnics at… Read More

Catskill Farm Memories My father was born on a farm that bordered a small lake in the Catskill town of Liberty,  NY.  Years later his folks added an addition to what had been their farmhouse and began taking in boarders who came up from the city seeking the country air.   And eventually my grandparents… Read More