SAM-ISMS

SAM-ISMS

He doesn’t know it yet, but for his fifteenth birthday our youngest is receiving a booklet of moments Mom scribbled down of his antics from ages 1 to 6+.  Early on, a neighbor friend suggested I keep a can to collect memorable ‘Sam’ moments on scraps of paper, rather...
THE FAMILY PHONE

THE FAMILY PHONE

I mourn the family phone. It has, for us, become a warehouse for imposters and deceivers. We still have a landline. Can’t give it up. Even though 98% of the calls ID themselves as “SPAM*^&#)$*%&” or far more cleverly as of late – Hopkinton residents with...
BEHOLDING

BEHOLDING

Yesterday morning my muse led me to a web search. I came across a gem – a melding of music and painting. The music purveyor is Stan Strickland, the musician who played all the wonderful woodwind parts on my album, and the painting purveyor, Nancy Ostrovsky (new...
ALL I’VE BEEN GIVEN

ALL I’VE BEEN GIVEN

A couple weeks back I got to play a set on Hopkinton Town Common for the Celebration of Recovery. It gave me pause to consider all I’ve been given. September marks 28 years of my involvement in recovery from addiction and depression. Having come close to a brush...
NOT MINE

NOT MINE

Reading the ‘Don’t Label Me’ author’s mind continues to be a paradigm-shifting sojourn for me. It has been a while since I’ve felt so structurally challenged by so deeply evolved thinking. It is a rather easy read, in that she is in conversation with her blind dog,...