Small Moments of Great Reward

There is a small yellow note on my desk. A one word note. Reset. I had written that note several weeks ago and stuck it on the face of W...

Monday afternoon Playwright Tennessee Williams, asked what he wanted for his birthday, supposedly said he wanted "what every wr...

Posts sometime kick around in my head (and my heart) for a long time before they see the light of day. This one has been percolating for sev...

It's Concert Week, which means Time, speedy little bugger that it already is, flies faster than ever. Here it is early afternoon Friday,...

The Saturday morning sunlight is hitting the hammered copper timpani bowls and throwing fractured patterns all over the floor. I have things...

Part I: Sunday Morning I am sitting at Maple Grove, a Columbus area church about which I have written before . Twice, in fact . Warren is pl...

Dad and I have been going up together a couple of days a week to work on the apartment in my brother's rental unit. It's just the t...