I drank coffee later than usual yesterday. Much later. This was before, during, and after a long, hour-plus conversation with my sister Sandy, over there in New Hampshire. Catching up – lots to hear,…

It was June of 1977. College friends drove me to Logan Airport and I took my first plane ride – Boston via Kansas City to Los Angeles. I was bound for a new life,…

The WordPress statistics that tag along in the blog space showed me that almost no one viewed yesterday’s post. I was sad to see that, I had a nice feeling about the post, kind…

I do not tell you these things with exaggeration. Or comedy. I’m not in search of a cheap laugh. My Morning Pages Saturday laid it out there. I knew something was going on but…

Walking further into Northeast, yesterday, after coffee at Starbucks, the Camry still in their lot, having decided to walk from NE 15th to MLK on Beech, up a block, and back on Falling. It…

I had a long post prepared for this morning and then decided no. Another California thing. Maybe another time. I’d like to say I’m talked out, but in fact I’m hardly ever talking. Here’s…

Last night in my Koan group someone, someone I like a lot, shared that she was away from her home on the 5 corridor in the middle of California and was presently at another…

Please let me riff out (with these ears) for just a bit. Terry Kath and his most joyful fluid wildness – and the rest of the kids. “I don’t need your social standing, I’d…

I walked by a wild rose Sunday morning, something like 100 miles to the closest beach. When I was a kid back there in Wareham, Massachusetts, hard by the peninsula of Cape Cod, there…

Back from a day of outdoor lazybones ambling around in the Southeast, I’m lounging in the recliner with a late coffee (finished) and a paperback (ongoing) and something has me glance from the book…