Dear Darby, If you could read this today, I would have you know ... that I am proud of you for getting out of bed.  Each time you get out...

Blessed morn indeed. Yesterday is thankfully where I left it. I'm no-shit truly grateful for this time, this opportunity - and I can't...

This entry marks the birth of a new artwork, a new wig in a delicate set of sculptures I first exhibited a year ago. It came to me almost...

The BSP is closing its doors after nearly 20 years of this wonderful endeavor, which was originally housed in the non-profit Brooklyn Art...

Dear reader, it's been nearly one and a half years since my last blog post. Confession: I have been hoarding words all this time. And...

They told me to stay away because the building was condemned, but I continued to snoop around the abandoned home. The place was run down...

If I am quiet enough they will let me hang out here for hours. The downstairs of the Addition is the new Boys' Room. It's like a...

It was a glorious Spring day in New England and I was making small talk. "This isn’t blue sky! This is nothing!" burst my neighbor from...

"Gee, I think I like yours better!" The childish student in me still warms to see the comment written in my creative writing teacher's...

I continue listening to old tunes that comprised my childhood soundtrack. I was lucky to have my own bedroom and be handed down a little...

The covetous perusal of album cover art is something I miss in our move away from the physical delivery of music to us via vinyl or...

'Love is ... a series of ups and downs.' Thus reads the front cover of a five by eight-inch note pad I have stored in a box of old...

The days before and after my father's funeral in 2019, it was just my eldest brother, me, my daughter, and Mom staying in their house....

I haven't blogged in weeks and I feel sour with myself for missing my personal goal. I work well with structure and deadlines, it keeps...

Anything can become ordinary. Moving through the small city of Palma de Mallorca these days, I see oodles of women and girls in boots...

During the final few months before becoming a member of the graduating class of 1988 of my New England high school, I had a string of...

It is only around the corner, but we are nervous just the same. I usually don’t involve him in my trash-picking, but I need the car and a...

If you have seen monkeys preen and pick nits out of each other's fur, you will know that they sporadically look up at a jolt and dart...

This past weekend I spotted a familiar object on my mother-in-law's bookshelf. The acrylic cube picture frame was just like one my mother...

Junior year of high school, the penultimate year of secondary education in North America is the time when you really start to catch the...