So I'm fifty six, and I'm trying to find my head around this fact. How did I get so old? (Easy answer, by not dying before, but it's still shocking.) I've been chugging through certain memories and feelings and realizing that they don't always make sense. In some memories, I felt one way at home... Continue Reading →
Art Brut
It was a rainy day and I decided to make a pilgrimage to a museum I visited when I first moved to Switzerland, the Collection de l'Art Brut. The collection was started by Jean Dubuffet, partially, it seems, after discussions (letters to and fro) with a friend of his who felt she needed to create... Continue Reading →
A Feast of Words
I have an idea for the perfect restaurant, and a way for writers to make a living while plying their craft, and maybe give work to a budding actor or two as well. Here's the start: first you will arrive and eat a nutritional mush and drink water. It will be perfectly constructed so that... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 