I am in here.
[written last night] Tonight was Judy Collins’ opening night at the Café Carlyle, and it was a wonderful show. The cafe is actually a very small room, with barely enough space for the piano. All of the songs we knew, and she did sing a few that she did not write, one by Harry Chapin … Continue reading Opening night at the Café Carlyle
Now in NYC. I have two separate outings for today, so I plan on being exhausted long before bedtime. I’ll try and take the camera along so you can se too. We’re staying in a tiny room of a lovely hotel that actually gives you a book to read in bed. Now that’s amenities, I … Continue reading Opening my eyes
winter morning — woken only by crows
I have just patched up my son; this has given me a reason now to pause and think of just what kind of mother I am, or think I am. Or both. You see, my son cut himself with a knife while he and I and Other Patti were settling down to dinner in front … Continue reading What kind of Mom I am
white pebble 