A thin smile, a bright smile or beamish grin. From infancy we learn that widening our mouths wins approval from the universe of strangers inhabiting...
Before his words haunted me, his eyes did. Maybe it was because I couldn’t really see them. They were shaded in mystery behind tinted glasses.
Be Here Now was the little tome that I read in 1977 that completely changed my life. And the author became my teacher forever after.
Today I can’t write about having a second cup of coffee or how I interrupted my wife’s dreams to retrieve the covers.
Inspired by a recent show, graphic artist Paul Karasik explains how Ruth Kirchmeier creates a Japanese-style woodblock print.
I am calling you, America, I am your citizen. I am trying to find you. Does your amber still wave And your sea still shine?
Heading home after a winter down south, I was craving the Vineyard — its weather (can’t get enough), family, community, the farm across the street...
A poem heralds the arrival of the Polynesian sailing vessel.
Luke Gurney was a master of pursuit, his energy high and constant. His life was brimming with community and friends, but his family was his core.