Writings

Snake Oil Salesmen

Snake Oil Salesmen

Remember when there was a stigma attached to being called a snake-oil salesman … the sleaze that sold you a mess of pottage and then skipped town before the dung hit the fan? Well, not anymore! Snake oil has joined shark cartilage, bee pollen, and other homeopathic remedies that have proven to be of some…

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On Trains and Childhood Memories

On Trains and Childhood Memories

This is something like the image that I had thought to work up into a painting. It is from a memory of being about five years old, and walking with my brother David, to see the RR tracks that ran behind our house in Iowa City. As I recall, it was just beyond the rhubarb…

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Not to Worry

Not to Worry

  Now that I have mastered the process of posting the manuscript for NOT TO WORRY, I have decided to post it all at this time. In doing so, I will be able to free up my time to continue my regular blurb writing, and move on to new ventures. At the same time, I…

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Not To Worry – Chapter 1

Not To Worry – Chapter 1

No one can convince me that there is not a miasma that permeates all medical waiting rooms, hospital corridors, and laboratory walls. After my extended stay in all of the above, I have come to realize that much of the effect is caused by abysmal choices of wallpaper, paint, carpet, and upholstery materials. This designer…

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Not To Worry – To Start With

Not To Worry – To Start With

Some time ago I finished a book about my adventures in Cancer Land. The book is based on my original email updates, sent out over the course of my treatment for bladder cancer. Many of you felt that the updates should be made available to a wider audience. Indeed I have sent out feelers to…

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Olana

Olana

  This summer in New England we have had brutal heat, extreme winds, and monsoon rains. Making plans in advance has been a real challenge. One’s only option has been the Russian roulette thing … put your finger on a date, make plans, and hope for the best. Sometimes it was possible to make a…

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LET THEM EAT CAKE

LET THEM EAT CAKE

Yesterday morning I went to have blood work done …  oh joy. Then I went grocery shopping … ditto the joy. While at the store, as a reward, I bought all the ingredients to make a carrot cake … a healthy cake … as a present to myself. A cake full of vegetables and raisins and nuts. What could be…

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COWLICKS

COWLICKS

Memory is an odd thing. After two years, the memory of going through chemotherapy has faded. I certainly recall that it was god-awful, and made me sicker than anyone ever really needs to be. But the actual physical feelings induced by heavy-duty chemicals coursing through my veins … those have faded. Chemo is now really…

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LANDSCAPE AND MEMORY

LANDSCAPE AND MEMORY

I have found that I really enjoy the process of creating landscapes entirely from memory. After years of painting from reference photos, it is exciting to manipulate reality to fit how a memory looks in my mind’s eye. These three landscapes represent three entirely different places in three entirely different times, and yet they live…

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GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF

GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF

I’m getting ahead of myself … What an odd expression. Like it is possible to stay even, let alone get ahead of anything these days. Although I suppose it might possibly explain Deja vu … that feeling that you have been there and done that, and took a million pictures of the occasion. Deja vu…

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