When I was 15 or so and my sister Mary was 10 or so, we were staying on Cape Cod because my dad was working at Woods Hole Institute. We were renting a house on the beach. Cocky then as now, I felt certain I would be able to manage a two-person sunfish sailboat. But…

When I find myself in times of trouble Esperanza comes to me Speaking words of wisdom  Let it be Let it be Let it be Let it be And in my hour of darkness I know she’s watching over me Whispering words of wisdom  Let it be so I can see Let it breathe Set it free I wake up…

Verse One – Origins Years ago, I chose to live in the desert to be close to my sculpture mentor, Gordon Newell, and to see and learn from the golden raking light.  Since I go into great depth in my memoir, Seeing into Stone: a Sculptor’s Journey, about Gordon, I will just briefly recap that…

Verse One Feb 4 sorrows I woke up with the lyrics to an old Peter Paul and Mary song filling my mind and spirit If somehow you could pack up your sorrows and give them all to me you would lose them I know how to use them Give them all to me These lyrics…

I woke up with the lyrics to an old Peter Paul and Mary song filling my mind and spirit If somehow you could pack up your sorrows and give them all to me you would lose them I know how to use them Give them all to me These lyrics by Mimi and Richard Farina…

Trail your hand or your finger along the surface of the water Watch the ripples bend the grasses and reeds Immerse yourself in seeing their intermingled reflections dance Kitty, my sister-in-law said, “when you die, you’ll be the last to know”. Kitty’s daughter says you die with the same spirit, defiance and life force as…