A Space True and North

At the end of A.I. one of the most underrated films ever David is given a chance to spend one day with the mother he bonded with millennia b...

The moon is white and hangs in the second pane from the top of my second floor home office window. Warm this moon is now illuminating the u...

It has been a bit of time since I strayed from my intent navel gazing on the mid-1970s. So today is an entertainment interlude. As I was si...

As I always offer in the start of these pieces I am a liar, inveterate and unrepentant. The people I talk about are composites with the exc...

Grey early evening but it is not raining, at least not yet. The sidewalks are a mess. City crews have been out. Concrete dust, empty holes a...

Neat, mirror-shinny napkin dispensers, each in its own space, each equidistant from the next one, sat on the counter. Formica and white the ...

Lunch time is here and I am sitting in a coffee shop listening to Dar Williams sing “I will not be afraid of women.” All I can say is that t...