An Exploration of Curiosities
On a rain soaked Sunday afternoon driving between my home in the Berkshires to Hudson, New York a sign for an estate sale caught my eye; more than the sign, it was the long winding remote dirt road that demanded further investigation. It’s common to …
I approach estate sales with curiosity, delicacy and respect. I go in search of history – a glimpse at someone’s life story. Walking through a stranger’s home is like reading a book; it’s a visual chapter to a past other than my own. I’ve witnessed …
You’re stardust and delight Tossing magic left and right Leaving those in your wake With minds swirling to create Hearts on the brink of break Soon you’ll be gone Just a memory forlorn Forever come what may You’re destined in my heart to stay Existing …
She told me I looked pretty in yellow. I said she had beautiful blue eyes. I handed her a container of crackers and cheese from my purse. The light turned green. I rolled on. The “retreat” I was rolling on to was a 50th birthday …
The plan was to move to Naples, Italy from the Berkshires, rent out the house and return to Massachusetts in three years. I only lasted one. I love archeology, history, art, pizza and gelato. Living in the backyard of Pompeii, Herculaneum, Baia and Paestum were …
The Ant who loved Zelda Was eager to win her heart, So each day he brought her a flower It was a start. Each blossom held meaning Symbolizing: love, hope and dreaming, Along with hope Zelda might one day Open the door to see The …
A beauty Her wit could slay dragons Her charm could fill wagons When little she clung to the hip of her mother But as a young adult she chose instead – this, that and the other Except for the days when she couldn’t refrain She …
Female pedestrians prefer to shield their delicate torsos from her winter chill under soft mink coats linedwith silk, but like her pastel Belle Époque surroundings, Bad Gastein carries herself with grace andgrandeur. Her winter attire is a thick blanket of glistening snow. Lights flicker along …
Our mother always liked to say, “Sarah and Maurine, only a true southern lady can wear red nail polish and not look like a tramp”. My sister Maurine and I longed for the day when we would turn 18, the designated age our mother applied …
