Loose Leaf Notes

Hook Line And Sinker Post note: First beach walk upon arriving at my mother’s house on Nantasket Beach in Hull (MA) where I’m helping out while she recovers from shingles.

Flying above a white wonderland with a crook in my neck from dreaming too far to the left, I’m trying to discern between the snow-peaked mountainous terrain and the clouds. This fairy tale is set above Lapland. The sound of the plane engine is like an ogre snoring. Looking out at the red tipped wing [...]

1. Last week my cursor starting typing everything backwards – from right to left. It felt like driving a car around that would only go in reverse. 2. Looking out the window after just waking up, I thought it had snowed before realizing that white tail deer fur was scattered all over the yard compliments [...]

Sometimes on weekends my Asheville potter son Josh buses tables at a restaurant named Table. As a working artist with school loans, he’s learned to make a living in a variety of ways and has become what I call a “Josh of all trades.” In one recent week he transported a load of brick seconds [...]

With more than eight inches of snowfall on the Parkway there was no chance of flying to Boston today (where I was due to help my mother who is recovering from shingles). There was no chance of even driving into town. All trips and blog posts have yielded to the weather. So have the weighted [...]

Snow Gets a Green Light Black Top Turns White It’s Fur Coat Weather That’s All She Wrote