Category: scribbler

There’s a very handsome man who lives on my block. He’s always trying to start…

I have a Chinese tattoo that loosely translates to “The end of Crisis is the…

There was a girl-duck in the pen with the big bunny today. She’s been there…

I love to talk, but I crave silence. The American Sign Language introductory workshop seemed…

We set out to harness the pigs and take the the little chubsters for a…

In the general theme of be careful what you wish for,  two weeks ago I…

The thing about moods is they’re so mercurial, at least mine are.  The other day I was…

Bought this today, on canvas, at Union Square GreenMarket.  This is exactly what Fridays look…

I have a beau and her name is Sparkles.  Sparkles is a golden blonde, her hair…

When I was a kid I wanted to be a garbage man or a guest…

I started coming down here 15 years ago to be with my bff. It’s a…

Therapy Guy is back from vacation. Now I have a safe place to cry instead…

I’m tired, so this will be short. Big Edie called Thursday complaining of fevers, congestion,…

Green Chimney’s is a place for learning & healing for kids and animals. That’s why…

My friend Brian died Monday. I met Brian though my friend Lyle. Lyle died 6…

I walked through the new Washington Square Park, expecting to be disappointed, or at least…

My first day working in the barn at Green Chimney’s. You know how excited I…

There’s a scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, you know the one, he’s…

Daddy was a con man. Not a thief, not a Catch Me if You Can…

Something has changed. I’ve caged the squirrels, quieted my monkey mind and let disorder take…

I’m on sensory overload.              I spent a week out in the country, up to my…

How is it so easy to write about my mother, and so hard to write…

Mother’s Day. Growing up we never made a big deal about those made-up Hallmark holidays….

I’m an hour outside the city and light years away from my world. I’m getting…