Gods and Foolish Grandeur

There's something about putting on and, especially, taking off a glove.  I don't know what it is, exactly, that I find so transpo...

This past Saturday, I co-emceed at a literary event.  Gigi and several other fantastic writers - some real heavy-hitters among them - read a...

Several years ago, not long before Gigi and I found each other, I stumbled upon an overly-efficient but, to my mind, rather elegant metho...

Health matters can be very confounding to an aging hypochondriac.  The doctors roll their eyes at you when you shuffle in with your long, ha...

 Queen Olga of the Hellenes, born Grand Duchess Olga Constantinovna of Russia, first queen of the current Greek royal line, grandmother ...

 * Books.  And magazines, pamphlets, catalogues.  Newspapers. And letters.  Typed letters.  Hand-written letters.  Telegrams. Printed g...

A friend of mine posted a photograph on Facebook yesterday of a bullfighter being horrifically gored.  He captioned it simply, " Someti...

Here are a few pictures from last weekend's big art fair in LA.  I was very pleased that WW took three of my paintings with them, and ga...

By way of my friend Stephen Rutledge's excellent and informative blog , I'm informed that yesterday was the birthday of film reviewe...

I've never been able to love the South.  If for no other reason than that I grew up in the sixties, and I clearly remember scenes of ...