Much to my dismay it is August in New York and I'm finding myself at home.  It seems that, for reasons I don't understand, I have no place to go. This year I've been to Thailand, Key West, Hong Kong, Barcelona, Mexico, Chicago,  Macau, Red Hook and yet somehow it isn't … [Read more...]

A few years ago Larry and I were heading to Paris for a week's vacation.  We hadn't been away in a while and I was feeling rather stuck, in need of change.  It was to be a working vacation - as many of ours are. I'd packed my clothes in a wheelie that we'd carry on. But … [Read more...]

My husband and daughter are on a long-planned road trip.  They are going to run in the Nova Scotia marathon in Barrington, Nova Scotia.  They are driving up the coast to Maine, then on to New Brunswick, taking the bridge across to NS.  Yesterday late in the day I … [Read more...]

Larry says you're a poem, not a story, but it is your story that draws me in.  We saw you when we arrived and now you are here again as if to mark our leaving. You stand by the wall, peering down, morning after morning - watching the people as they come and go.  The … [Read more...]