Sunday morning usual stuff – meditations, readings, coffees, Pages, exercises, yummy brekkie foods, and off on a way long walk, upon which I was a walking host to four kitties and five racoons. Then…

My website “148curiousthings” — a most lovely expression of my writing and art — has expired. Twinkled out of existence. A joy these last two years, more so because I was able to envision…

There’s a dragon sitting on the newest bookcase (White – I see a bookcase and I want it painted white). I drove way over into Southeast a couple months back and paid and brought…

Things are connected. Stuff’s connected. Probably everyone knows it, gets it. This happened only because that happened, and that happened because that happened, which follows a previous this and that, and trace it backwards…

Should I change my sobriety date? My friend Lora – we’ve never met – sends an email about a podcast which leads to my retrieval of “Lightning Striking – Ten Transformative Moments in Rock…

“This would be a good night for ice cream,” I tell myself Sunday afternoon, knowing I’d have to get back in the Camry – which I’ve driven two miles in these last three days…

The summer of ’67, sultry, Summer of Love, war raging, the Red Sox are winning, there’s me behind the music counter in Star Jewelers, pretty much full-time, something of a handle on necklesses and…

Lately I’ve been daydreaming about driving a stick shift – four on the floor. It’s been a thing. The other day I tried to remember the last time I did, even a three speed…

In the late winter of 1983 I was hired for a brand new adolescent program – The Drug and Alcohol Resouce Program – as a counselor and referral information gatherer. I was about six…

Long ago I composed a song about my childhood life at The Monday Club in my hometown. This was the first verse: “When we were young and our souls were young, and we didn’t…