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(for PJ and Dave and Scooby) As we arrive, Scooby,the head dood, leader of the pack,the alpha golden doodle,arrows right for us—“People!” his wiggles seem to say— though his dad has a firm handon the leash attached to the gyrating,excited … Continue reading →

that you get less than 15 minutes afteryou arrive at the house you loveby the ocean because you simply have to go out on the deck, unlatchthe clasp that holds down the lidto the hot tub and check the temp, … Continue reading →

You always see better with your heart,especially when your vision is goingor has been impaired all your life. “Nice to see you” is an expression,not a reality, though you might wellbe happy to be in someone’s orbit. I wonder now … Continue reading →

Custards first this morning,always in memory of the mothers who made them—Elizabeth andMargery, mother and daughter— though I am not related to themtechnically, certainly so spiritually, deep in my bones, familyin the best way. Now I make them for Margery’s … Continue reading →

“It’s not about you,” our directorreminded the band as we satbehind the curtain, blue overhead lights waterfalling down, beforewe backed up the student dancersin their end-of-year show. And she was right. Those in the audiencelistening for my parts could not … Continue reading →

Not just us, honey, you’ve got allthe grandparents listening to you play— everyone who nudged you alongyour musical path. Auntie Lo, of course. When you were very small, you sat nextto her on her piano bench as she guided your … Continue reading →

We take up the back half of the stage,two bands divided by a grand piano— jazz stage left, wind ensemble stage right—some of us in both, me dazzled, literally, by bright lights. I haven’t played onstagein a half century, but … Continue reading →

(for Lindsey Holloway) And then the magic of May drizzle,droplets falling like mercy’s gentle rain as we walk back from a late brunch,stopping to sniff roses for scent (pretty pinks, no rosy smell), younaming plant neighbors on your street, (the … Continue reading →

Lanky, easygoing Louis used to saywhen he and other college studenteditors were on deadline, pushing to get an old-fashionednewspaper pasted up on poster-board-sized pages that I would eventually drive 33 miles downthe highway to the printer. Louis couldread the tension … Continue reading →

Never walked a labyrinth before.What’m I s’posed to do?Just walk? What if I get lost?Whaddya mean, I can’t get lost?I can always get lost.Just follow the path to the center?What do I do there?Anything I want, huh?Then walk back out?Huh.Walking … Continue reading →