What The Perfect Writing Space Looks Like

Writing is one of the most fundamental arts we have. Writing has been around almost as long as man has – the cave dwellers recorded important events with hieroglyphics on their walls; the Egyptians created story boards on the sides of buildings and wrote eulogies on the tombs of important people who had died; God Himself wrote the…

When Creative Means Same

The grammy nominations are out today and so begins the season of comparing one artist to another, comparing one person’s creativity to someone else’s. What does that even mean? How do you begin to compare two things that are meant to be different? How do you determine that one is better than the other?    If…

Can You Learn To Be Creative?

If a photographer’s experience was measured by the total time behind the camera, you might be hard-pressed to find one with more than a few days experience. So what does a professional photographer do with the rest of his time, you ask. Great question. The rest of his job is about seeing creatively, arranging the…

Birthday Weekend Plans

5 FREE End-of-Summer things you can do in NYC this weekend: In New York, Labor Day is somehow synonymous with the West Indian Parade that happens on Brooklyn’s Eastern Parkway. There’s masquerading, costumes, music, dancing, Caribbean spicy food and lots of cultural pride on display. They estimate that there are over two million people who…

Weekly Reads Wednesday

Compliments are harder than criticism so I struggle with rating books I really like. I can be very critical of books I love because they draw me into an imaginary world, an existence so beautiful it can only disappoint when I leave it. But when I’ve recovered from a story, I dole out my stars…

What Do You Do When You Can’t Do Anything

What do you do when you’re feeling stuck snd you can’t figure out what to do about it? I try to be a pretty upbeat person. When I feel a little anxious, I run, I pray, I write, I watch TV, I do a puzzle, I lie flat and stare at the ceiling and chant…

She Must Leave

She must leave.  Her bags are packed as though she has decided but she still searches his face for a reason to unpack things that don’t matter into corners that are waiting to reclaim her.  “Leave”, he challenges. “See if I care.” When the door eases shut behind her, she presses her limp body on…