Category Writing personally…

Circling Georgia O’Keeffe’s beloved Cerro Pedernal in a Cessna 172

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

Backstage at the Cubiculo Theatre

Flash Back Friday

The trauma of failing handwriting as a girl

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

Sugar’s, Embudo, New Mexico

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

My New York City in Photos

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

In Cornolo, Italy, I met this woman.

How well do we know our parents?

Whorl Wedding Rings

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

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.

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…

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,…

“Certain things fall silent in us when we think that certain things are no longer possible.” – Frank Bidart, Poet,…

The Fogs of August

The Fogs of August

Lying under the Siena Sky

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

Gabriel Garcia Marquez, 1927-2014

My favorite writer has died.

‘Twould appear this Sunday morning that March is wrestling with whether to remain a Lion, or to become a Lamb.

‘Twould appear this Sunday morning that March is wrestling with whether to remain a Lion, or to become a Lamb.

My Garden in Winter

My Garden in Winter

Forgive my appearance, my Lady.

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…

“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…

There is something lovely that happens when you ask to take someone’s picture, instead of merely trying to capture a…

Saturday she appeared

Saturday she appeared

Every evening I must weigh

Every evening I must weigh

There must be a way

There must be a way

Morning, everyone

Morning, everyone

This morning

This morning

You don’t really see me

You don’t really see me

In a garden there are manners.

In a garden there are manners.

Evening, Thursday, 6:30pm EST.

Evening, Thursday, 6:30pm EST.

Sunday morning musings…

Sunday morning musings…

Greetings Googlers

Greetings Googlers

Morning

Morning

Alone (almost) on McClures Beach, Pt. Reyes National Seashore…

Alone (almost) on McClures Beach, Pt. Reyes National Seashore…

Good morning from Pt. Reyes

Good morning from Pt. Reyes

The first time I heard Tracy Chapman sing Baby Can I Hold You Tonight I cried.

The first time I heard Tracy Chapman sing Baby Can I Hold You Tonight I cried.

Mornin’ (again)

Mornin’ (again)

Grumpy the Gargoyle sends Christmas Greetings to Googlers everywhere, from his home in the Shenandoah Valley…

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

If you want someone to accompany you on your journey through life

Greetings, Googlers

Greetings, Googlers

Good Sunday morning, post-Sandy…and pre-the Rest of Our Lives

Good Sunday morning, post-Sandy…and pre-the Rest of Our Lives

I feel like such a fool.

I feel like such a fool.

Evenin’

Evenin’

Hello, everyone

Hello, everyone

Good morning…with a short video for my Google+ friends

Good morning…with a short video for my Google+ friends

Good morning, lovers…

Good morning, lovers…

Good Sunday afternoon my fellow stepmothers and stepfathers (and everyone else!)

Good Sunday afternoon my fellow stepmothers and stepfathers (and everyone else!)

Evening all you step parents and step families…

Evening all you step parents and step families…

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