ChaddyOh, came across this brief but wonderful video of Sophie, when she was tiny, and Chad, my late, great dog.


I still have Sophie in her 11 year old self, but I miss my tiny Sophie and my Chad Roscoe enormously.

Life, so wonderful and bittersweet.



There’s something about this flower.

You can see it growing in a ditch on the side of a nowhere rural road.

You can whiz by it on a highway, the petals bobbing in the drag from the cars and shaking off the exhaust as they soak up the sun and reflect the light out and about, bouncing it off the car windows.

IMG_9085But, try and grow it at home, and you may find it near impossible to locate. If you do find some to plant, it starts off shy, and skinny, and then, when you give it some love, it takes over, pushing to the front, looking for the love, the applause from the crowd.


It’s probably my favorite flower as it has my two favorite colors (orange and green) and polka dots, and those dots, in my opinion, are purple, which would be my third color choice. This flower knows me. And this flower is definitely on its way to a party. Not a bar, not a dance, a party, one of those parties in a crappy apartment that rattles to its bones every twenty minutes when the EL goes by; one of those parties that you walk to in shoes not suited to the cobblestones and ruts; one of those parties where the world outside smells like trash and cold wet cardboard, and the world inside that very important party smells like garlic and hot rice and too much cologne. The party is dark, not because of atmosphere, but because the tenant only owns two lamps, and people smoke unreservedly, and someone smokes cloves, and one intensely serious boy is in charge of the music, and all night long it’s slow, and moody, and alternative, and you’ve never heard any of it before, which makes him seem dark and mysterious and unknowable, and, then, he plays your favorite song.

Tiger Lily Girl  

Sweet obscenity…




Two things happened in conjunction… I lost my brother, and my life-long friend, Dottie, chanced to be in OCNJ.

And so I was the lucky recipient of this.

There is literally nothing on earth I would have appreciated more. And perhaps my brother would have felt the same way.

Thank you Dot!


(By the way, if you know what this is, not in general, but exactly, you are envious. If you don’t, you’re missing out. It’s not so simple as “a slice of pizza.” Ah, you fools and mortals all… no, this is an actual cut (not slice) of heaven.)



My brother played the guitar, as long as I can remember him I remember him playing his Gibson guitar. Most of my friends, their musical tastes go back to 1976 or so, but I go back to the late 50s, because my big brother made sure I got to hear all the music, rock music, that he grew up loving and learning to play.

My brother’s most favorite music was, I’m bold enough to guess, Frank Zappa, Santana, The Beatles, The Stones. Like him I never quite embraced The Who, but I think we both liked The Kinks. I don’t think he ever took to disco, but I think he forgave me for it.

My brother collected Presidents from the A&P when I was a kid. I used to play with them, use them as bowling pins with marbles, and mess up their order on the styrofoam shelf. He was (mostly) nice about it.


My brother liked to play wiffle ball, and stick ball, and ice hockey.

My brother liked to tinker with things, repair things. I think it began with old cars, but it didn’t stop there. He liked retro, vintage, black and white. It didn’t matter to him if it was old and beat-up. He found it valuable and usually could shine it up again.

My brother especially loved old radios. He liked the huge cabinet models and the smaller models, and he could get them going again. I have one in my kitchen he gave me at Christmas along with figurines of Pixie and Dixie and Mr. Jinx.

I remember my brother as handsome, and sweet, and helpful. He could eat two Thanksgiving dinners in a row and still wear his high school jeans. Levis.

I can still hear his voice. I can still see the funny little way he walked, feet turned out like my mom but wearing Chuck Taylors, always Chuck Taylors. I can still remember all the jokes he made, and how he laughed at his own jokes.

My brother left us suddenly yesterday.

All the old people in the family loved my brother, the first child of any of their children, as if he was an extra son for them all. And while I cry today, I know, somewhere, all those grandparents, and the great aunts and uncles, are all today a good deal happier to be in his company once again.


Life got you down?

I know it’s got us down.

Mind racing, jumping around, wondering how to protect ourselves from a foe we cannot see.

Reading helps, but you need something that feels right. That “gets you” and where you are right now.

Why not pick-up the book that understands?


Choose the “We Get You Sale” to get the book at the sale price.

Pick it up for even less at Amazon in Kindle form.

Get yourself a cup of decaf or a cold beer, and know we understand.

We’re all in this together.



STAN FBWhat leads us to be who we are and do what we do?
For me, one of my leaders was Stan.
Let’s get Stan some “likes” on his page, see if we can get him over 100:


logoSaturday, July 18 is the 4 th annual Wilmington Writers Conference! The conference will be entirely virtual this year, and we will kick things off Friday, July 17 with an evening keynote and public Q&A from YA author and Delaware local, Erin Entrada Kelly.
You will have the opportunity to learn alongside professional writers, workshop with fellow participants, and network with a writing community! The 2020 theme, Untold Stories, stems from the Museum’s ongoing effort to make space for the stories that are traditionally left out of the art-historical canon—those of women and artists of color. Many of our session presenters, as well as the keynote address, will weave in fibers of this theme throughout their discussions. Come alongside your fellow writers as all look within our lives to find the stories often left untold and make space within ourselves to listen. $15 Members,  $ 20 Non-Members, $10 Students.
Visit the Conference page to see the full day schedule and session abstracts and leader bios.