Writing requires an outside awareness. It demands that you understand what is unraveling at your feet with a clarity that you can...

A musician and creative friend of mine, who pops in for a studio visit from time to time on his travels, found me in full on 90's rap...

Sitting here on this rainy Friday, watching the beads of water run down the window, I keep coming back to a comment from one of the...

Today there is an underlying pulse. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, or it's intention, but I can sense it sailing through the...

This has been swirling in my mind for the last couple weeks. This idea of settling in. Finding footing in this new space, with these...

I was reading Jill Kearney’s “An offering of gratitude”, her remarks at the ribbon cutting ceremony of The ArtYard in Frenchtown, a place...