Monthly Archives: March 2008

Rodin’s “The Thinker” hadn’t greeted me for more than thirty years. Yesterday, in Nashville we met again and once again I studied him and noted I had changed since last we met in Philadelphia — that he had stayed the … Continue reading →

His East is not your East and likely you deal differently with yours. He likes to watch a day while it is being born — to be its midwife receiving growing light with eyes that marvel. Oh what a gift … Continue reading →

When Jennifer O’Dench died she was eleven — a school mate of my daughter. There was so little I could say to touch her world of sadness. I used to think that growing up meant understanding mysteries — that there … Continue reading →

Kangaroo and buffalo were on the menu at St. John’s. But I demurred — chose filet mignon. I’m like an ostrich regarding all the meat I eat. I hide my head so I can’t see the cattle grazing — can’t … Continue reading →

There’s no way you can do it unless you’re fast with the spatula. You slide it under with a jab or a poke and get beneath the white and the yolk. If you do it too soon before the white … Continue reading →

I’ve known none of them — have wept for some of them as their stories have been told and their spouses or their parents have appeared on TV or in print. It’s like watching an hour glass — casualties slipping … Continue reading →

When a brilliant man does stupid things and falls from grace how incredulous and judgmental we become. We turn quickly to the pundits who affirm our affirmations and much more. While often I can’t understand the man who falls from … Continue reading →

Most folks I know even if they can’t get over it get on with it realizing they can’t do anything about it. But there are a few who don’t get on with it for fear that getting on with it … Continue reading →

There is fishing to catch fish and fishing to satisfy the soul. The latter may yield little for the table but man does not live by bread alone. There is writing to catch a publisher and writing to satisfy the … Continue reading →

She hopes to be a memory for her grand children. There’s always the possibility that they’ll look back and not recall her. So when does it begin? How old must they be which leads to how old will she be? … Continue reading →