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Pear Tree Dream

I feel like writing about dreams today. Dreams…spiritual and natural dreams…and their possible interpretations. This piece may be a little risky…I imagine writing about this may open me up to join the ranks of those in a number of possible positive or negative categories. I guess I’m feeling a little risky today. So, what is new?! When I observe myself sometimes, I recognize that I take a number of (mostly calculated) risks. And of the bigger ones of my life,...

The Secret ‘O Life and Enjoying the Passage of Time

I’m not so sure that I’m enjoying the passage of time lately. There is a song by James Taylor I first heard about twenty years ago which I quite enjoyed. It had such an easy-going and visionary feel to it…and at thirty-eight years old and having not yet reached that over-the-hill pinnacle of life, I could listen to this with a somewhat contemplative-but-all-is-right-in-my-world-pretty-much feel. My oldest son was around twelve and my youngest around seven at that time. Life was...

The Art of Aloneness

The sense of being alone is far too common in this world.  Some of the most obvious reasons are the widow, the orphan, the misfits, the divorced, and yes, the unhappily married…just to name a few. I imagine the ways each person who finds themselves in alone places either regularly or from time to time are as unique as the person.  There is a quotation I’ve liked that came from James Taylor in one of his documentary interviews: ​ “To me, very...

You Came To Me

The following is a writing (with accompanying artwork above) that I did in December 2018 and want to share on the 42nd anniversary of my father’s death. ​​ YOU CAME TO ME Daddy I saw you in a dream once. It was dark and there was a tree in the far distance that was illuminated. You were under the tree clutching your chest and I knew you were having your heart attack. I ran to you like I do every...

Goddesses, Princesses and Step-Sisters

There is one college class I had my senior year that I didn’t really understand too well at the time, yet it has left an indelible impression upon me and I find myself thinking of it and the assignments from time to time as my years increase. I was 22 at the time I was in this class called Family Life at the University of Delaware.   I am now 57-years-old and two marriages later, two children, two divorces, and a lot...

Growing Old With Oneself

Back in 2007 I remember driving back to Newark through the Lancaster-ish areas, down Route 896 from I can’t recall where exactly….I was coming back on an early Saturday evening from a long caricature gig for a company picnic somewhere out in Amish country.  As I was driving home I noticed a huge garden with rows of beautiful sunflowers and I turned around to park and take photos for painting references.As I approached the flowers – which were somewhat near...