Voices in my house can be loud lately. Or hushed. Both scare me. I like a happy medium. When my sister sits in the bathtub in the dark, she tells me she is reading. I am small, not stupid. No reading happens in the dark. And I sense pain coming off of her. At age… Read More Day of Magic
So another day gives way to dusk Feels like more than 40 years of road I kept pace down Fifth Avenue and ambled on West 4th where I shot the eight ball into corner pockets in the Village, time ungrudging when I was young. Verdant Pennsylvania trails crossed country to Pacific sand where I met… Read More The Wayfaring
A Holistic Journey 