

Goodnight, Eileen (Eileen McDaniel, 1941-2006)
Today marks the 13th year of my mother being gone. So much of my life has changed since, and I wish I could have shared it with her. She was 64 when she died -- less than 20 years older than I am now -- but I don't think any amount of time would have been long enough. What follows is my eulogy for her, written in the early morning hours right before her funeral, and under considerable duress. I did my best under the circumstances... Thank you for coming here today to honor my


Movin' right along...
My 2018 ended with a purchase of a new home, while much of 2019 (thus far) was spent packing up the old place and moving into the new one. (I dare not use the term "unpacking" as my office/studio room is still filled with clutter yet to be organized.) The last time I moved was four years ago, into a lovely 2-bedroom apartment in Sierra Madre, CA. As I was fairly happy there, I told myself I wouldn't move out unless I experienced either a significant life change, or California