say it ain't so

April is the cruellest? I vote for March. I took an amazing walk through the park just days ago. it was a balmy 70, EVERYONE was out and about. It's one of the things I love about New York. No one here needs to be told twice to go outside and play. So I took a tour around the reservoir. There, daffodils, there, trees just starting to bud.


People were bubbly, everyone taking pictures.


The sun achingly close, the light, such a tease of better days to come!


Today, hopes dashed. A cruel mess of snow, sleet, ice, misery.


At least there's work to be done. Good old healthy inside work.


the poet at her desk.


Scott Jacoby and I are tracking down a song....it's almost like CSI!

Oh, vintage LOVE.


There will be better days soon, right?


"petit a petit," my mother always says "l'oiseau fait son nid." I am gathering the means. Tracking down the stories, weaving the nest.


Music in the HOUSE!
    posted 2020-07-15

    posted 2019-07-10

    posted 2019-04-29

I Love the Dentist
    posted 2018-11-06

Balloon Girl
    posted 2018-10-08

West Coast Journal
    posted 2017-10-24

Home Stretch
    posted 2017-06-07

Hashtag Kitchen
    posted 2017-03-09

This very old house
    posted 2016-12-13

The Big Move
    posted 2016-12-01

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