The Clot

It’s August.   Soon the leaves will show signs that fall is approaching.   They will turn red, gold, deep brown, and patent-leather shiny b...

Ah, yes!   T. S. Eliot was right:   April IS the cruelest month!   And I know why – it’s tax time!   In the middle of a month that is a ver...

Grief alters everything. For the past few years, I have been living a well-structured life of order and discipline.   La dolce vita.   ...

Autumn is a verb.   It has a rhythm all its own.   It’s that calendar season when leaves cover the ground, and doctors’ appointments cover ...

When one is naturally platinum, AND a mental nomad, one is not always aware that time is passing.   Of course, a feeble mind is better than...