LOST Long time member and experienced gardener S. A. has been unable to locate her trowel which may have been left or loaned out, earlier in the season. It is a family heirloom she dearly misses. If you find/have it, she would be grateful if it could be returned. It looks similar to the one(…)

The neighborhood is Chelsea. It’s become my home-base as well as a much-loved ‘nest’ in recent years. Chelsea’s been Ron Rutherford’s neighborhood since 1956 when his family left Miami and relocated here. When he was a boy he was particularly close to his Grandmother – a short, strict, smart Caribbean woman he refers to as(…)

Halfway along the road of life’s journey I lost my way I could see the hill was cloaked with rays of sunshine where no living person had passed before a leopard a lion a she-wolf a man/not a man/once a man/a poet Virgil? follow me you will see and you will see and you will(…)

“Old age wasn’t for sissies. But the suspicion was building in him that it was all much simpler than that. Old age wasn’t for old people.  To cope with old age, you really needed to be young – young, strong, and in peak condition, exceptionally supple and with very good reflexes …” [from The Pregnant(…)

–continued — The Long Haul:  A trucker’s tale of life on the road by Finn Murphy Inferno from The Diving Comedy by Dante Have Dog, Will Travel: A poet’s  journey with his dog by Stephen Kuusisto The Gambler by Fyodor Dostoevsky South: A memoir of endurance by Sir Ernest Shackleton Four Against the Arctic: Shipwrecked(…)

“ … After revising “Speak Memory” Nabokov would spend his last decade moving further away from the world, falling deeper into his created universes. His relative isolation in his portable Winter Palace in Montreux separated him from many of the mundane settings and human interactions that had provided a compelling present within which he could(…)

My visitor from Santa Fe (Melissa) and I, decided to meditate mid-morning before drinking coffee. (Our second  cup of the day, a splurge, carried upstairs in cardboard containers from one of five local coffee-joints on or near my corner ranging in cost from $1.25-$5.00.) That morning we set the timer for fifteen minutes and –(…)