An Old Testament

And I sit here, awaiting the sunrise over St Helena, CA, in the heart of wine country, about to spend the day with Nan, Erin, and Jess, on the very day that, back home in Colorado, Joe, my framer, and his crew of 5 – 7, will soon begin to build walls on my new...

Dishing on Discipline

The other night, my wife, Nan, gave me some of the cream of chicken and wild rice soup she’d made for some friends. It was out of this world good, as seconded by Craig and Susan when Nan brought them another dish two days ago (as one of them was...

Time To Just Lay Down And Die?

Yesterday’s post didn’t generate the results I was hoping for. Not yet, anyway. Patience, patience, I tell myself. Give it time.I’ve been telling myself that a lot for the past couple of months, ever since I’ve been working out more...

Here’s Looking At You, Kid

If you and I don’t cross paths in life other than via this rather impersonal virtual medium,no fair.It’s more accurate to call blogging one-sidedly impersonal. If you are a regular reader, you know way more about me – my life, my interests, my though...

Time Compresses

If I could trap time in a bottle… well, in the form of this post, I think I just might.At least, I hope to make you aware of what time does each and every time you begin to work on a creative project; it compresses.I’ve known for a long, long time how what...