Summer’s End

The guardians of all good things tell us all these good times must end, which means summer too must end…but before it does, we get to have one last blast, right? Exactly what that blast means is different for all…however, I hope you are out and about enjoying this holiday weekend! Before posting I checked in some family members and this is where they are …
All three children are taking part in one of the many outdoor mega-concerts happening from the east coast clear across to the west coast.

Find Your Group

Artists have sought the company of others forever… One such notable Saratoga Springs colony, Yaddo, formed in 1926, boasts over 6,000 artists to have passed through, from Langston Hughes to Truman Capote. Google ‘Writer’s Retreats’ and pages and pages of such rejuvenating programs appear, including Vermont Studio Center; my time there enabled me to move my scattered chapters into a complete novel. These short stints of concentrated writing time often catapult one from a small group of supportive peers with whom you share your work, to a greater determination to carry on.

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Ode to Lucky Panties

Perhaps you are thinking an ode is too elevated for mere panties, but I’m here to tell you I experienced a pair of seemingly ordinary panties that transcended the material world like no other talisman… Once on, luck ran through my day like water after a deluge, like electricity after a surge, like dandelions after the rain, like…well you get the idea, their power was unlike any ancient amulet or rabbit’s foot or leprechaun’s pot or four-leafed clover. The good fortune or whatever mystical magical inference you want to label, these panties had it. Yes, had, but before I reveal their sad end, I will start at their mythical beginning…