This afternoon I learned that a sweet, dear friend of mine from high school, passed away. Katharine is perhaps the most talented jewelry designer in the world. I am so happy that there is a record in the way of this video of her beauty, her voice and her art. I will miss you for…

Roman sat in his usual spot at the neighborhood watering-hole, a dark corner booth near the back. He nursed a gin and tonic as he thought of how to pay his bills now that the union was on strike. As he sat thinking, he also picked-up bits and pieces of conversation from the booth near…

It was a simple get together over some finger foods and a drink or two. It was also something that I was altogether unfamiliar with as people were not in the habit of inviting me to their little shindigs. After arriving, I sat quiet on the small couch, firmly ignored, but listening intently and laughing…

An odd backstory: my electronic camera, without its battery pack, snapped this photograph of the bedroom blinds by itself. Further, the photo is neither retouched or enhanced.

Writing is an experiment in which the experimenter cannot blow up the lab.

To the Okie vacationing in the Bahamas —  no matter how drunk or the number of ‘triple dog dares’ — do not attempt to ‘noodle’ a shark.

We were at the old train depot, now defunct and used only as a storage space by its private owner. My son and I had permission to wander through it as they were preparing to renovate the building. “What time is it, Daddy?” “About three,” I said, looking at my pocket watch which had a…

You know you’re in real ‘cowboy country’ when you enter a nice restaurant and see four men seated at a table with eight chairs and those extra four chairs each hold a ten-gallon Stetson, crown down, brim up, maintaining their ‘good fortunes.’

And suddenly, I have ‘old man’ skin, with the tearing at the groping of a rose bush thorn upon my forearm. Perhaps the coming rain shower will reveal that I’m actually no more than crepe paper.

A friend and I were discussing breakfast foods one day. I told her how that mornings breakfast consisted of some coffee and a Mounds candy bar. “Oh,” she said, hardly feigning her disapproval. “I had Frost Mini-Wheats.” “I love Mini-Wheats. Remember when all there was were Shredded Wheats – we used to call them hay-bails?”…