A weighty gray November day. Our small house on the hill is encased in a shroud of fog. Heavy rain falls. Off and on. No snow. Vermont in December is destined to be bathed in white and not mist… Working in my studio this Saturday is not unlike many other…

The crackle of sleet stings against the bedroom window. Early I wake. I find my way through a darkened house. Quietly peering through a window to understand the night. Clinging to the screen was a perfect icy line. Traveling north to south. Indiscriminately skipping the odd fine metal square on…

Night fell particularly dark on the East Side of Providence. One fall semester, 1992. My first class. An evening class at RISD. Uneven brick sidewalks and ornamental iron streetlights guided my supply-laden body. Figure drawing was on the third floor of what was once a factory. Entering the building for…

One Stroke at a Time… YWCA. The Young Women’s Christian Association. Weekly I would go with my mom. My hero. An older brother and sister at school. Our time. As an adult, my mother had just learned how to swim. A requirement of my father. He had planned to have…

The soft crunch of autumn was underfoot as I made my way down the gravel drive. The air, unseasonably warm. Humid. Early morning affords a thoughtful quiet. Nature has lured me out the door most mornings for nearly the entirety of my life. …

Out of state license plates now fill local parking spots. Virginia, California buzz by us as we start out on our hike along the river… Officially it is Autumn. The trees have begun to warm in color. Hilltops boast golden hues. Alizarin too… Passed fields of mud. The flooding rains…

Late afternoon yet closer to early evening we arrived at Mayflower Beach. The bayside of Cape Cod. Unprepared we were but it didn’t matter. The want? Simple. To see the ocean. I needed to see the ocean… Officially the summer season was over. I had missed it. I had missed…

I checked the front door one last time. A city street sleeps or nearly so. Stepping out into the night the warm humid air enveloped me. A trumpet was being played. Softly. The lonely sound floated across the road from an unknown place of origin. I sat on the top…

Warmly Lit…. A cozy, happy and busy home. A three-year-old and newborn. Granddaughters. Dinner had been made; the dishwasher hummed. A fully loaded Disney toothbrush soon to be employed. Bedtime routine about to commence. My husband and I made our exit. Hugs and kisses are easily shared. Our hearts are…