I’ve recently returned from the magical city of New Orleans.  From Roman Catholicism to Haitian Voodoo to haunted condos the place is lousy with spirits.  Not to mention the booze variety.

I recently had the pleasure of visiting a surprising (to me, at least) NYC historic treasure, Poe Cottage in the Bronx, Edgar Allan Poe’s last residence.  While I had known that Poe had perished in Baltimore, I was unaware that he called the Bronx home for the last three years of his life.  He wrote several…

I’ve just returned from a trip to Los Angeles, land of relentless sunshine. In the past, I’ve found the aggressive solar aspects of LA to be oppressive and uncomfortable, but I had a much different experience this time.  I was ready to open up to the sun as a symbol of optimism, vitality and enlightenment.

It’s summertime in New York City and I’ve been bee-witched.  In the park there are  bushes alive with busy bumblebees every morning.  I’ve fallen under the spell of their nectar-intoxicated dance; their ingredient-gathering ritual that results in the magical miracle of honey.

The mysterious moon pays us a visit each and every night; even on nights when we can’t see her, she is merely hiding, playing her month-long game of peek-a-boo.  She is the consummate coquette, the cool and shimmering goddess, so full of secrets, but she will share them with those who will open their hearts…