No sleep till Brooklyn*

On Friday, despite Mother Nature’s attempt to disrupt my plans, I ventured down to Williamsburg, Brooklyn to attend my uber talented neighbor, Ken Ragsdale’s art show opening at the Front Room Gallery. As someone who doesn’t often attend gallery openings (read: hardly ever), I was a bit out of my element, and, as a person … Continue reading No sleep till Brooklyn*

If you don’t run under a full moon in frigid temperatures, with your outdoors besties, you don’t…

You don't have an hour to talk and listen You don't see the moon part the clouds in greeting You don't feel your body transition from cold and tight to warm and loose You don't have the benefit of your besties' wisdom and advice You don't devote your attention to where you're going on a sometimes … Continue reading If you don’t run under a full moon in frigid temperatures, with your outdoors besties, you don’t…

Reflecting on 30 years

Despite my attempts at processing the hundreds of distinct thoughts and images in my head following my trip to the past last weekend, my mind is still in a whirl.  During my drive north, while I tried to assert a sense of order to all that had been stimulated in my head, I realized that … Continue reading Reflecting on 30 years