Twas the night before Christmas and high was the surf.
Christmas on the equator in Kenya was warm. Christmas in San Antonio can be warm. Even Christmas in the Connecticut of my…
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When First Violin Plays Miss Bossy Pants
Saturday night I went to a concert with the Manhattan String Quartet at Westminster Choir College here in Princeton. It…
Playing from the feet.
Sarah Sutton, Anne Mei’s viola teacher, gave a wonderful recital last Sunday, October 25, 2015, at the Bryn Mawr Presbyterian…
Update
Even though I haven’t been posting regularly, I am back to work on the writing projects I announced some time ago….
The Italians call it “sprezzatura”
When Anne Mei and I returned from our trip to Spain and France, a friend asked just one question, “Tell…
Don’t forget mesquite. And I don’t mean the flavor.
As much as I love the live oaks and cedars of Texas Hill Country, my favorite tree is the mesquite….
Driving Hill Country Texas soothes my soul.
After lunch with my daughter Gael in south Austin yesterday, I drove Highway 290 west towards Johnson City. My friend…
Remember the joys of binge reading?
When I was young, I spent many summer days reading under a tree or out on the porch. Hour after…
Sense the time between the seconds.
After I wrote about feeling that the our trip to Europe hit the reset button in my life, I began to…
There goes one lucky ant.
A large black ant walked across the off-white rug in the sitting room upstairs in the Mahamevnawa Buddhist Monastery. …