wounded in the line of duty
long day trying to do too much around 5:30 a loud cry from the basement I descend two flights of stairs at top speed to find Sam clutching his leg through blood soaked pants...
long day trying to do too much around 5:30 a loud cry from the basement I descend two flights of stairs at top speed to find Sam clutching his leg through blood soaked pants...
okay today’s the day to face it learn to paint this trim patch all the holes with putty ranging vertically from floor to ceiling the full circumference of two rooms then traverse again with...
I declare this Friday free and take off into the city (after an hour of cleaning) a sketch-out and another shop-a-thon at Gudrun’s where I explore the possibility of purchasing a reinvented life many...
a life in poetry I once aspired to it encountering Robert Bly along the way a huge presence, a brief personal encounter – gave him a lift from New Hampshire workshop to the Hartford...
staff meeting, four women, all experiencing a type of housing crisis – bought a ranch, gutting and remodeling – contractor skipped town leaving work undone – town has to approve, plans have a million...
Dave and his saw came over cutting trim, trim, trim, all around the edge of the living room, once with baseboard, then with quarter round along the floor, and manufacturing little bits that make...
strange to be in downtown Stamford where I’ve spent time over many years – Curley’s, Mill River Park, working in Landmark Tower, Champion building, the Financial “Centre”, going to the Ferguson Library, Capriccio’s, shopping...