Non-Fiction

“On Aquidneck Island in Narragansett Bay, I picked up a little work as a bareboat skipper…”

“Many embraced vitriolic authoritarians, who blamed our problems on the easiest scapegoat available: the immigrant…”

The hospital room is crowded with chairs, monitors, an IV and the startling noise of my father’s breathing…

She was like a hummingbird, always flighty and in movement, but my mother’s eyes were glued to the screen this time…

As spring morphed into summer an idea sprung forth – a sanctuary on the veranda. It would be a soothing space.

When I feel insignificant, I reconnect with past times by sifting through my extensive collection of business cards.

There is a day I often think of in its surreality, annulment and modifications of posture. You have found the beautification of shame…

Why ‘play’ Tai-Chi? It is simply joyous to be able to move around and control the body and cycle the energies.