- - the bouquet I carried in our daughter's wedding, dried in l'atelier; with my stick woman I love a wedding, with its organza and...

- - September morning He’s tall as a tower, my son — graceful in the resilient way of bamboo, lithely connected at joints and knuckl...

- I wrote a poem for my friend, the Renaissance woman Dutchbaby , at her request for the occasion of a baby shower for a friend. Dutchbaby i...

- - Friday we went to our son Peter's CD release party for his band April to Fall .  Brian, left center, and my son Peter, right, are ...

- - Come in, come in, just follow the crowds (hehe). I hope you don’t mind if I indulge myself. I have created a gallery of visual ar...