Circling Georgia O’Keeffe’s beloved Cerro Pedernal, with Abiquiu Lake behind and Georgia’s Ghost Ranch beyond the Lake in the distance. This sliver of rock jutting out of the mountains was one of her favorite things to paint. I tried to… Read the full article
How’s your handwriting? That is, if you’re not laughing by now…I mean, who writes anything by hand any more? Personally, I wish I never had to, because my handwriting is horrendous, worse than a doctor’s. I suffered early childhood trauma,… Read the full article
You haven’t had a burger until you’ve had a Sugar Burger. Somehow you have to get yourself to Embudo, New Mexico (some say Dixon, some say Velarde) beside the Rio Grande River between Santa Fe and Taos, New Mexico to… Read the full article
I have been walking the streets of New York City since the day I moved here, never tiring of it, feeling its history deep in my bones, awed at the almost organic nature of its existence. In spite of the… Read the full article
If you are an artist, inspiration can be found everywhere you turn. I designed these 18k rose gold weddings rings for pastry chefs, well known in Brooklyn (Dumbo and Cobble Hill) for their incredible cookies. Their store is One Girl… Read the full article
The Art of Standing in Meditation I learned to sit in Lotus Position, known as Padmasana, to meditate when I was 14. Crossing my legs in upon my thighs, one ankle over the other, folding my fingers into one of… Read the full article
I watch the mesquite-scented smoke plume rise from the incense burner and remember Winters in the New Mexico desert.
It turns out that Doris Day, Bob Dylan and Emmy Rossum have something in common, which is an apparent appreciation…
“Certain things fall silent in us when we think that certain things are no longer possible.” – Frank Bidart, Poet,…
The Fogs of August
Lying heremy body feels like the Bell Tower in the Palazzo PubblicoStretching upwardto fly through the whiteLonging to reach the blueMy body a seed planted a foot beneath the soil,I can see a crack in the cobbled piazza stonesIf I could… Read the full article
‘Twould appear this Sunday morning that March is wrestling with whether to remain a Lion, or to become a Lamb.
Forgive my appearance, my Lady.
“Had I spent my time trying to out-sex, out-nubile, out-Va Va Voom other girls and women?” – Giselle Minoli, Women…
There is something lovely that happens when you ask to take someone’s picture, instead of merely trying to capture a…
Saturday she appeared
Every evening I must weigh
There must be a way
Morning, everyone
This morning
You don’t really see me
In a garden there are manners.
Evening, Thursday, 6:30pm EST.
Sunday morning musings…
Greetings Googlers
Morning
Alone (almost) on McClures Beach, Pt. Reyes National Seashore…
Good morning from Pt. Reyes
The first time I heard Tracy Chapman sing Baby Can I Hold You Tonight I cried.
Mornin’ (again)
Grumpy the Gargoyle sends Christmas Greetings to Googlers everywhere, from his home in the Shenandoah Valley…
If you want someone to accompany you on your journey through life
Greetings, Googlers
Good Sunday morning, post-Sandy…and pre-the Rest of Our Lives
I feel like such a fool.
Evenin’
Hello, everyone
Good morning…with a short video for my Google+ friends
Good morning, lovers…
Good Sunday afternoon my fellow stepmothers and stepfathers (and everyone else!)
Evening all you step parents and step families…
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