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  • Drinkin’ the Koolaid

    Original Pen and Watercolor on Art Paper March 2025 — 45.5 x 61 cm

  • We Are Becoming Spaniards

    We Are Becoming Spaniards

    It really hit us when we had American guests this past year. Afterward, Gina and I commented that we felt different. It was intangible then. But as I pondered it, a few thoughts began to form. The Spanish lifestyle is so radically different that after a year-and-a-half of immersion, it can’t help but affect us. …

  • Saturday–AI (Artificial Intelligence) Changed My World Forever

    Saturday–AI (Artificial Intelligence) Changed My World Forever

    Five times in my life, technology changed my life forever. I call them “cracks in time.” The first time I heard the silky sound of a cassette after a lifetime of scratched LPs (1966), the first time I listened to the digital sonority of a Compact Disc (1978), the first time I heard the weird…

  • Unholy Yearnings

    Unholy Yearnings

    My tender and urgent longings as a sensual adolescent soon clashed with the harsh reality of a prudish religious upbringing. And for over forty years, I suppressed my gnawing hungers, my incessant desires, and my carnal fantasies.  But a single touch of a friend sent courses of electricity through my being and cast a hot…

  • An Easier Way To Be

    An Easier Way To Be

    For the past two decades, I have been learning that it’s all right not to do everything people expect of you. This idea has been positively liberating for me. The way we were raised—the way our institutions raised us, I mean—trained us to think it’s our job to be correct in everything we do. Others’…

  • I Survived Hell

    I Survived Hell

    As anyone who knows post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) will tell you, days and nights can be unpredictable. It can be the brightest day, in the loveliest place, or the most cozy night, nestled in cotton sheets, and you still feel like your being is sucked dry. I fight a relentless battle with shame, fear, guilt,…

  • The Artist as Dionysus

    Let us give masculinity back its flowering wand of reciprocal relationship with the natural world.Let us call Dionysus to the gates of our cities and homes.A man who can dance with plants and honor beasts, a man who can be a woman and an androgen and an animal, is more than a gender.He is a…

  • Dionysus

    Original Graphite Sketch with Watercolor 60 x 46 cm Dionysus, the son of the virgin, bringing the counterpart to bread: wine and the blessings of life’s flowing juices. His blood, the blood of the grape, lightens the burden of our mortal misery. It is his blood we pour out to offer thanks. And through him,…

  • What Grabs Your Attention?

    What Grabs Your Attention?

    In 1817, Robert Owen coined the slogan: Eight Hours’ Work, Eight Hours’ Rest, Eight Hours’ Recreation. However, today, it feels like more and more leisure time is being coerced from us and not enjoyed by us. If paying attention is essential to life, then what (and who) grabs our attention determines who we are. In his book The…

  • I Lost A Hero Yesterday: A Tribute

    I Lost A Hero Yesterday: A Tribute

    On this messy journey called life, if we are fortunate, there comes a person who changes our lives forever for the better. I remember, as if it were yesterday, in the Spring of 1977 (48 years ago), walking into the office of the Chairman of the Music Department of Lee College in Cleveland, Tennessee. My…

  • The Art of Getting Lost

    The Art of Getting Lost

    We decided to get lost yesterday. I had read about the art of getting lost on a placard in the Museu d’Història de Barcelona. But I had never purposely gotten lost and wanted to try it. So we took the tram, then the metro to Liceu, and walked through Old Town to El Born, to one…

  • Writing and Painting the Hidden Things that People Dare Not Face or Say

    Writing and Painting the Hidden Things that People Dare Not Face or Say

    Ah, the secrets we keep, the longings and desires we hide. We are afraid to be honest with others (and sometimes, rightly so); tragically, we are scared to be honest with ourselves. If you dare, play a game with me.   Look, in your mind, at this photograph. Is it of a nude (or would…

  • My Biggest Regret

    I regret wasting decades of my life while consuming media: mainstream media like the NYTimes, Axios, Politico, CNN, et al., and social media like Google, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn, and Threads. For some people, these may be good things, but for me, they became an increasingly unhealthy addiction. I firmly believe a porn addiction is far…

  • The Greatest Country In The World?

    *First, A Note to My Courageous Readers: As we enter 2025, my weekly goal for these writings is to reflect what I feel are the essentials of life: sensuality, curiosity, communion, and freedom. I am grateful to have the freedom to write about things that are important to me, to be free to write in…

  • Dead Week

    Dead Week

    The week between Christmas and New Year’s Day always seems weird. Some people call it “dead week.” In Spain, we call it puente–it is customary that when a holiday falls midweek, you bridge the gap and take the days between as a holiday. Time goes into a warp, neither long nor short. Everything is out of rhythm, out…

  • What I Learned Spending a Day with a Master Chef from Basque Country Spain

    What I Learned Spending a Day with a Master Chef from Basque Country Spain

    Since my retirement at age 48, I have loved cooking, but now that we are here in Spain, it has become one of the supreme joys of my life. The Basque Country in northern Spain is celebrated worldwide for its haute cuisine. The combination of Spanish zest and French elegance is evident in every bite….

  • Protected: Too Big for My Britches

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  • A Year in Spain (Part Two)

    A Year in Spain (Part Two)

    We moved to Spain a year ago today. The most significant difference has been how safe and calm we feel living here. The Spanish have a beautiful word for it: Tranquilo. Three hundred days of sunshine a year and welcoming and joyous people have done wonders for my mood. It turns out I wasn’t depressed….