Oct 16, 2016
June brought the beginning of finals and critiques for the students of Alfred University and the associated New York State College of Ceramics. Studios were flying with clay scraps, glaze conundrums, and creative quandaries. Study groups coagulated. In the kiln room...
Oct 9, 2016
Walking up 14th Street, the 1930’s jazz was barely audible. Standing in front of the gray, octagonal house, its melody was distinctive, Django Rienhardt. Old flagstones led to the eight-sided, three storied, filigreed Victorian, built in the 1850’s, by an architect of...
Oct 2, 2016
“Well you dodged a bullet,” a smiling Peter spoke during a spur of the moment Monday evening date. Jennifer grinned at him from across the table, feeling twenty pounds lighter, some of it real and some imagined by her fear of discovery as the protest’s banner maker....
Sep 25, 2016
Peter had an enormous amount of energy. It was spring. Bike sales would only increase towards summer and he was busy with tune-ups. Now open on Saturdays, he had less time to be with Jennifer, but still managed to finish tiling his bathroom, with her help. It was...
Sep 18, 2016
Petra, Peter, and Jennifer sprawled on the couch. Taft and the others sat in straight backed maple chairs, and perched on tall stools around Peter’s butcher block island in the middle of his kitchen drinking beer. It was April and they’d just finished their first ride...
Sep 11, 2016
Chapter 8 Snow, falling silently all night, gathered in pillow drifts, and covered the blueberry bushes in front of Jennifer’s porch. For twelve hours, in the surrounding country, fall fled, and fell deep into winters sleep. As Jennifer woke from hers, she noticed the...
