When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
This is a gift for grandma that Molly and I made, with her drawing of Miss Bianca, a wine glass from the dollar store, and…
Next week is finals week and the last crit of the semester in Diana’s studio– followed, of course, by a pot lock at her house…
Mid-winter makes me a restless sleeper, and I walk around all day half remembering surreal dreams. Here’s one: I was on a college campus, on…
Last night after class, by the time Patrick and I crossed campus to Diana’s house (and a cold beer, soba noodles and tomatoes with feta) I was so…