I don’t know. Is Peaches orange? Hmmmm… For the past couple of days, Victor was visiting and we were listening to classical music on WCRB – streaming it in. He had found the station for me; he listens to it…

Quite by mistake, I published a post with NO writing. I left you wondering, no doubt, what that word meant? I had JUST discovered it today and was so excited to share it. I guess too excited!!! It was in…

My wall fell down! The plow pushed the snow. And the frozen snow pushed the wall over. It’s not held with any fill. The wall is just the art of the stone wall builder. Truly an art. He’ll come over…

Running for me is like crack. It feels so good, it’s addictive. It’s something I love, I crave. I get hooked on it. Some people love to travel through the skies, overseas. My travel: the open road. Human speed. Out…

Can you see it? Can you spot that white bloom? The crocus??? It sits at the foot of a four foot mound of snow. Melting snow. Outside feels so warm all of a sudden. But a bloom? After last week’s…

Can you see all those little branches at the top of the tree going all “sproingy”, jumping up straight towards the sky? And can you sort of see how this poor tree has been massacred by my too-dull cutting sheers?…

(i cloud, you cloud, water cloud…) Certain advice just has a way of staying with you. You recognize it: “Yes. TRUTH.” Never to be forgotten. Well, ideally. As in the pity party (you recall?). So, this next piece of advice…

Whenever I get interrupted, my first response is, “Oh no!” But inevitably, I’m glad afterwards. And I never can guess why. When I was hanging my show in DC, there was a fire in the building. “RONK RONK RONK” –…

… we put things in words and don’t much notice how they have altered that bit of the world for us forever. (Susan Rethorst, A Choreographic Mind). Susan Rethorst is talking about dance. But she could as well have been referring…

Title of show: 13.8 Billion Years Ago 13.8 billion years ago was the Big Bang. So much time has passed and we are as restless as ever. We may seek calm, but, as the Buddhists say, “our wild horse mind”…