Tag Archives: art
We’re riding the elevator down to the little art museum. I have whacked out my knee (a technical medical term) on the morning run, and taking the stairs down is out of the question. We have been here many times, … Continue reading
“I NEED TWENTY BUCKS!!!” I’m standing on the sidewalk outside a row of semi-legit art galleries on First Friday when the woman walks up to me. Normally in these situations I shrug and walk the other way. But she’s very … Continue reading
we’re working on our taxes. and by “we,” i mean mo is grappling with a huge pile of papers while i read a david sedaris book. it’s good to have specific roles when tackling a major task. i was always … Continue reading
It’s a day to go to Roger Allen’s pottery studio for the first time since he moved on. To walk among his tools in the silence of the still room in back. To gaze at the StarKeepers up front and … Continue reading
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end — the prophet dan wilson We threw the Rudolph costume and our Macy Thanksgiving Day Balloon into Junior, the new car. We staged an impromptu mini-road trip, through the Indian reservation … Continue reading
I ask mo if I can send the cat painting. “No,” she says. “It’s not done.” I think I know how parents must feel with their kids. And copy editors with headlines, runners with their distances and poets with words. … Continue reading
“I accidentally put some coffee in the hummingbird feeder.” Note to self: wear bike helmet when walking to car today.