Loose Ends

When home was gone from our mother’s head, except as fragments of childhood memory, she set out walking to find it. She went at 3 am, in her nightie, past our sleeping father, through three doors, across the grass, and onto a North Carolina highway....

When my brother died, my grief was volcanic. Returning from his memorial in Indiana, I found myself enraged at the world going about its business as if nothing had happened. People seemed unaware that the very rules of existence had changed. My brother...

These are things that will eventually be part of reel. I'm reposting them here, to frontload them on the  blog. My little digital camera sure tried hard. First piece, The Medium & the Cat was performed at the Spectacular Scrantonian Spectacular....

While most of last year's crop of sunflower seeds were fed to the birds, I saved some for planting this year. On two or three different occasions I put some in places I thought would make a sunflower happy, but to be honest,  didn't keep good track of...