You’re Not Safe Anywhere   It began innocently enough. A few mild lower abdominal cramps and a sense of pelvic fullness, familiar feelings we’ve all experienced, but generally find no reason to discuss publicly. There was no sense of urgency, so 15 -20 minutes...

5-24-21   The person who first uttered those familiar words, “Age is nothing but a number”, was very observant and insightful. I can personally attest to the validity of this observation. However, I believe that he and I are looking at different numbers. Two – the...

10-23-19   I am 5 months into this new decade, and it has been full of surprises from the start. It began the same time as Patience’s retirement, an event that I had been anticipating for months with a great deal of financial anxiety that turned out to be totally...

Ten days after my second Covid vaccine shot I began re-creating some semblance of my former normal life by going to the supermarket and the hardware store. I went to the market twice and the hardware store three times, and even managed a trip to the wine shop. The...

DREAMS OF A YOUNG ARTIST     (Studio newsletter – December 19, 2013)  Oh to be young and fearless. Actually just being young again would do, but for the sake of this letter fearless has to be part of the mix. Encouraged by commercial success during my early years as...

Oh how we suffer for who we are. Here I am in these “winding down” years, and I find myself caught up in this huge dilemma, torn between two opposing forces: the desire to retire to my recliner with books, pen, and paper, spending the day ruminating and generally...

“What am I doing sitting on a pile of trash in an empty city lot behind Fourth Street?” It was 9 AM on a Thursday morning in the mid 1970s. I should have been attending Medical Grand Rounds, a presentation by the medical residents of interesting cases to the house...

The second in this series of armchair travels – a street scene in Scotland's Edinburgh.