My Story Threads

When I first approached Kissimmee Prairie Preserve State Park, I thought I would never arrive. There are miles of dirt road and acres of...

After about a week, I had seen some meteors, read my book, ate good food, written a bit, walked, biked, thought and reflected, communed...

Tiziano Terzani – A Fortune-Teller Told Me This was one of the best books I've read in my life. Perhaps in part because I was receptive...

I appreciated the authentic arts community here in Asheville. I have been to many towns and cities and seen many art shows and places...

I had some good eats in Asheville! I didn't go to all of the popular eateries by any means, but here are some of my favorite spots: #1...

I walked many many miles. These are some of my favorite spots to walk in Asheville, NC.

This is not a very nice hotel. It is my norm- the "adequate" hotel. It makes me remember...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood... I love the poem. I recite it many times to myself. I had a teacher who told us that the point of...

Young people don't need closets, she said. All of the new houses lack storage space. This from behind a pile of junk old paper, crumbs,...

I know it well. It is central to one of my threads, my tangents. But it is not the point of that thread. Nor is it the beginning or the...

These words followed me for a while. I hadn't seen them in years, then I started cleaning out my closets. I forced myself to examine...