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Polly had every form of media covered last week. She was the lead interview on a Channel 3 TV spot, on WPLR radio, and in the Record-Journal...

Blue light.

Roller girls skate, wrestle and flyer the West Haven beach at the Buried at the Beach festival. Our charm gets us on tv and the radio, some ...

The Inspiration of Saint Matthew , Caravaggio, San Luigi dei Francesi, Rome

"And Polo said: 'The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here.... There are...

It's a disaster. Too much paperwork. Too many books. I'm trying to purge. Maybe I'll uncover a few buried relics of past inspira...

...to L.O.L.A., my car. That stands for Lap Of Luxury Automobile. She's a 98 Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra. She has power windows, fabric se...

Fire, water and a good friend once again make for a night of mystery and magical occurrences. An evening passagio at WaterFire in Providenc...

Lots of people are unhappy with me right now. I count a dozen at least, probably more I'm not aware of. I know it's hard to understa...

Thanks to Grace and Alvina's blogs, I found this little quiz, What Book Are You? How flattering. Take the quiz and post what book you ...

I get overly attached to people. When they have to move on I become disfunctionally distraught. Lately there's been a lot of people who...

A new gardener often has difficulty pruning and thinning. You have to plant a lot of seeds, then pinch off some of the seedlings that sprout...

A BookCrossing book I released months ago in the Edgerton Park fountain, then blogged about, was just logged in as "caught" by an...

Last Saturday evening: a seaside bungalow, a good and lovingly made dinner, a gift of a ring with a white mother of pearl heart. A walk to t...

I really haven't stopped working or chasing wild geese, but I've lost my appetite for talking about it. So I'll just post some p...

I make more things with wings and Tony draws fishes flying to heaven. I'll post more on the Real Bad Blog a little later.

Philippe, my beautiful fish, has died. He was an excellent fish. Very personable and engaging, he'd come out of his underwater bottle ho...

It seemed to be waiting for me outside my house this afternoon... curiouser and curiouser. No tag attached, though.

I'm late on the sketches for my next book. There's a septic smell coming in the house from outside. I am bruised from premature body...