Notes From the Toolbox

Rewrites

Abigail and I came across Isabel and her dog Dot the other day. They used to be Weekenders. But once Governor Cuomo ordered all nonessential businesses close statewide, they became permanent dwellers in the acreage next to mine. Isabel is an architectural historian,...

Unexpected Inspiration

One of my friends starts chemo today (that’s yesterday in your world dear friends, readers and voyeurs). In order to combat the mounting dread of the procedure and perhaps to sidestep the potential side effects, she decided to put together a meditation board of funny...

A Passageway to Hope

My neighbor and I barely see each other. We literally can’t see each other because her house sits on the hill behind mine and is obscured by the forest between us. Acres of land surround all the houses in the area where I live. About once a month we wave from our...

Writing Through the Hourglass

“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” Since 1965— fifty-five years and counting— those words have introduced one of the remaining dramas on daytime television. All the other soap operas have changed their openings with more contemporary...