Not a single regret. It was only a month. Day one, when we met so haphazardly, unintended and feeling our way through each day, toward…

Robert Redford died last week and there’s been a lot in the media about his passion for independent filmmaking. That passion changed my life because,…

Once I played a small plastic flute – it was called a “Tonette”—and it was similar, I think to another toy-like, recorder-like plastic flute called…

The perfect love...that is what set off my giggles. You know that old jokey saying about when they passed out brains you must have been…

I searched for the poem that I remembered, oddly, vaguely, from my first year of teaching at HTHS. It was Nancy Ellis, in my senior…

Nordsee was angry that day. It was August but her waters were not calm. They flashed steel grey. Mutti, Agatha, Ernst, Frau Bleich, Sarah and…

Before the ancient Hebrews could even start to schlepp those mighty tons of stone to their final destination - those monuments to a Pharaoh's hubris…

My somewhat pompous Uncle Bill once explained to me that “Art” was more than drawing. I was around seven, an age when I listened to…

I’ve begun the task, necessary, of packing my own suitcase for when you are the one leaving. Really just an old treasure trunk I’m placing…

Agatha awoke. She was hungry. She made breakfast. One piece of toast and jam, no butter. Cold milk. Agatha was still hungry. Agatha knew that…

"And it doesn't seem to hurt all that much", Annie thought, as she struggled to get her aching knees out of her comfortable bed. "Oh,…

Agatha and Andres fell into a sort of rhythm. Their days were distinctly not intellectual—no books, no museums, no art. Agatha and Andres were grounded…