Frick Museum and Park

There are so many wonderful museums in the Pittsburgh area, so I relish at the chance of being able to visit any of them. For being a smaller city (population ca. 300,000) Pittsburgh boasts the cultural (and athletic) abundance of a first tier city. A lot of that has to do with our past and […]

The Fort Pitt Museum

One of the many pleasures of working downtown in an old city such as Pittsburgh, is that I am never far from history, in fact, I brush up against it daily. In this case, I didn’t need to venture far, as the museum encompassing what was once the British, and before that French, Fort Pitt […]

The Start of Winter, and a Loss

My beloved cat of 7 years, Frodo, had to leave this world on December 18, 2015, only a few days before the Winter Solstice. She was very sick with cancer and had fought bravely for 6 months. She didn’t want to fight anymore, she decided she wanted to rest instead. We helped her leave this world peacefully and […]

Autumn

I find myself longing for crisp autumn days and chilly fall nights no matter what part of the seasonal calendar I happen to find myself in, and when it finally gets here, I relish each day (and evening, and night). I find it inspiring weather to write with (and about), as it truly is Nature’s last show before […]

Somerset County, PA – Baronvale Covered Bridge & Kings Covered Bridge

This cabin, we call it our White Cabin, is in rural southwestern PA and was originally built in 1889 as a one-room school house, and it has been in my family since the 1950s. It was remodeled into a cabin and has served as our summer retreat from Pittsburgh for years. It holds a precious place in […]

Crows silently fly past the dawn – lit moon. Hanging in the purple, grey, pinkish sky. Clouds of breath disperse into the ice air. Wind blows hard a moment, quiet still the next. A chill passes, a memory recall’d, The time before beginning, tis the wall. This starts Forever, and eternity Awaits. Pay no […]

Summer

the jewelweeds blow in the hazy, hanging air – otherwise the verdant scene is still. the slow drips of the earlier drenching rain off my gutter; plants intact. it smells of a damp, warm, old and familiar place that only I can remember – stone stairs lead me there. there the summers flew by – […]

Bon nuit

Here I am, ready to venture off into the mountains…

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