From under the tutelage of a past fading perhaps, but never lost From out of a mirror we step On wobbling feet, walk ahead Seeing...

In my second novel, one of the themes I'm working with is seeing the past for what it is. Not truth, as truth exists only as long as the...

In a certain biography of an admired artist, one of the chapters begins with "No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he...

Huntsville, Alabama, June 2020 I found this little gal trying to get in to my house this morning. This is not unusual, and is always an...

Abiquiu calls, night desert under flourescent light, to it I speak One of my desires is to capture Georgia O'Keefe's spirit in...

Time stops the instant we fail to see the pain and the beauty suchlike A week ago, this clock chimed for the first time, perhaps in my...

It isn't necessarily important to know that this guy is a collared aracari. A toucan by any other name is, after all, still a toucan....

This guy is over a hundred years old, and 1000 pounds. That alone is amazing to me. The only thing I found more impressive about seeing...

Someone once said that eyes are the windows to the soul. Do you think they meant to include animals? Emphatically I say, I do! I have a...

Aside from my travelling, I seem to use my photography as a reward for finishing some bit of, dare I say, good writing. This week I've...

I've been thinking about legacies as the central theme of my next novel. The legacy as a physical representation of a family heritage,...

We can find a spot of color in an otherwise bleak world; we can imagine a better day, near or far, when a spark can light up a picture;...

In the cold and the snow of December 1662, three women were tied to the back of a horse cart, and whipped for the crime of being Quaker....

On Tuesday, May 5, 1663, Lidia Wardell was tried, convicted and whipped at the White Horse Tavern in Ipswich, Massachusetts Bay Colony....

I'm reading Francine Prose's What to Read and Why (Harper Perennial, 2018), a book that presents 33 essays on reading, and the written...

Holding my breath in anticipation of the final edits for The Rose and the Whip . . . anticipating what awaits behind the pulled shades,...

There are just some days when I feel like I don't have anything to say. On those days, it's best to hide out in my tower, put on some...

I recently read Inheritance: A Memoir of Genealogy, Paternity and Love by Dani Shapiro as part of my research for my next novel. One of...

What I find appealing about Paul Strand's photos, especially his early work in New York, is his interest in his subjects. He didn't just...

My mother and I always spent Christmas Eve at my grandparents house. My grandfather, wearing his special red felt Christmas vest, would...