“I didn’t eat asparagus until I came here.”*
Way (way) back, I was taking a graduate course, Literature and the Theatre, which involved traveling to NYC to see studied plays. We were about to see Tom Stoppard's Arcadia.…
The Balthazar
“I didn’t eat asparagus until I came here.” CBS Sunday Morning, July 20, 2025. Oh Marcia Claire, where are you? Way back, I was taking a course that went to NYC to…
Pimm’s and Possibilities
Oh, yum! While editing Rain Dodging, I couldn’t help but notice how often I imbibed a Pimm's & Lemonade! Stopping at a quaint pub, I descended three stone steps and sat…
Searching for the Abbey
While with an eye made quiet by the powerOf harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.. -William Wordsworth From: Lines Composed a Few…
“You’re a different sort of chick, you are”
It has been a decade since my second sojourn to Britain. I would live there if I could.Journal entry. British Channel. Calais, France. 2012. I enjoyed the ferry to Calais.* Sun…
Traverse City paradise
It never felt so goodIt never felt so right Traverse City is my father's hometown. We would visit my bubbe every summer-before the interstate! Long drive to be sure. But…
I Feel Lucky to be so . . .
Visual. My world is a framed landscape. I see life as a gilt-framed painting, (Always have; I think I assumed everyone did.)
Anglophilia
March 29, 2024 Anglophilia? Sounds like a disease. However, the definition by Merriam Webster: Unusual admiration or partiality for England, English ways, or things English.” I confess that I am an Anglophile.…
Do Pictures Paint 1000 Words?
Maybe I am naive, but I can't help wonder: If everyone drove the backroads across our vast country, maybe we would better understand each other's needs and interests? Take a…
Got to get you into my life . . .
I was alone, I. t ook a ride I didn't know what I would find there Another road where maybe I could see another kind of mind there then suddenly…