Who named the adverb bastard child? Is this because it fails to stand alone, leans always on another for meaning so much like us at our worst (and best) we shun them? In the time when fans spoke quietly before the days of scream and riot, we stood with Dylan after a concert behind the… Read More BOB’S ADVERB
When the Winken Blinken days were gone, defiance became my middle name. Dad and I met only over floor tile and paint – chores well done. We’d visit the lumber yard, select pine to fashion Adirondack chairs to grace the deck, unaffected by wind and rain. Rising early, the bay quiet, we’d share coffee from… Read More CHORES
When I think of the farm it’s the stone bridge and countryroad curving by the low barn. It’s Tony’s tomatoes, white peacocks. When I think of the farm, I see pinetrees, green pastures, the bramble roses by the creeksheep standing in the field. When I think of the farmI watch women spinning woolthe whir of… Read More FOXCROSS FARM
A WELL TRAVELED HEART 