Shed RowA few days ago, I stumbled across a picture of my Dad standing over his barbecue pit, basting brush in action, and noticed that he was…Jul 21, 2021Jul 21, 2021
My Cicadian LifeFarewell, Brood X. You were noisy, frantic, clumsy, fascinating, and at times completely annoying. But you did what you were supposed to…Jun 21, 2021Jun 21, 2021
Hill to Hill: How a long walk around Washington DC toggled my emotionsRestlessness creates odd yearnings. After nearly a year of lying low, of non-commuting, of driveway-only socializing, I needed to take a…Apr 6, 20211Apr 6, 20211
A Mass of Wire, Dashed Hopes, and a Hawaiian GuitarThe Wurlitzer 950TA electronic organ was always a little audacious, as was our youngest son’s desire to own one. Daniel (13) was…Mar 30, 20211Mar 30, 20211
VolumizerOr, How a mish-mash of ten-year-old women’s hair products gave me insight, truth, and freedomMar 2, 20211Mar 2, 20211
Statues and Spray Paint: A Different and Deeper StoryThis summer, daily images flowing out of “Monument Avenue” in Richmond VA grabbed me as they showed familiar places disfigured and pulsing…Jan 1, 2021Jan 1, 2021
From a Gulf Sunset to the Moon LoungeWork trips to Texas keep taking me to Houston and Dallas, Houston and Dallas. I haven’t scored one yet to Austin, which is the one Texas…Dec 18, 20201Dec 18, 20201
Sewn InWhen John Rich immigrated from England to Pennsylvania and started his woolen mill in Plum Run, PA in 1830, he probably didn’t think his…Nov 30, 20201Nov 30, 20201
A Minor Meditation on Mundane QualityThis old screwdriver from my dad’s workshop now hangs in mine and sees regular use. My dad was a deeply practical man who respected things…Sep 13, 2020Sep 13, 2020
