Reflections on Space

Any 'designer' can design you a sofa, hang drapes, get you a lamp, put a bulb in it and turn it on. I'm not interested in any of that. I'm interested in story. The stories that follow... are my reflections on life, told through the filters of space. The spaces we live in - physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. As we journey together, I hope we find the answers, with a good measure of common sense, to the challenges we all face.

Thanks for joining me. As we reflect on space.

Is it possible?   Strands of DNA braid together. Weaving generations of human beings. Each generation adding strands. Coding. Time passes. Sending forward a tomb of storytelling. For those who will follow.   Blue eyes. Like none you find anywhere else. Eyebrows. Pointed high… as if to eternally question. Lashes. Long and batting, protecting those … Continued

A twig. A needle. Some lichen. Feathers from nestings past.   A safe place. Protected from the sun. Sheltered from the wind and rain. Guarded from predators and threats. They do this.   Each year. Like clockwork. The chickadees and the stellar jays.   This year, at my home in Incline Village, Joyce has returned. … Continued

Yep… that’s right. Butthole. No… not that one. The dude in the white Tesla Model S? The one who just cut you off in the Whole Foods parking lot to get your parking space, right? No, no, not him. He’s an ‘asshole’. And contrary to what he believes his car will say to you, he … Continued

It was Tuesday morning. A day of rest for me. Back then. Sundays were defined by handfuls of Advil, healing a stressed out back. And finger exercises to improve the blood flow and feeling in numbed-out fingertips, battle worn from zip ties and floral wire. Mondays were rest… Just sleep. Sleep in. Eat a middle … Continued

BLACK LIVES MATTER #11 NOTE: Reader Caution is advised. Certain language I use in this post is graphic and will be offensive to some. Everything shared here is the truth.   Black Lives Matter. Indeed…   I have finally come to this table to drink this Koolaid. And I can – now, acknowledge that Black Lives … Continued

Sometimes… we find ourselves in those places in our lives… that are just… hard. For me, it is so easy to laugh. For me its so easy to smile. To joke. To spin great weaves from any number of bolts of yarn. There’s a lot that is easy for me. Even some of the toughest … Continued

Filthy Jews Yep… that’s right. That’s what she said. Along with a lot of other cultural, socio economic, anti semitic … ranting. It was uncomfortable. Awkward. Confusing. I didn’t know how to react or respond. It was a site visit, vetted in advance for security purposes, followed by a contractual phase, where we reviewed and … Continued

[ its been a while since I’ve blogged. It just hasn’t seemed important to me to chat it up about sofas and drapes and paint color. And I have little interest in helping people make their home offices incredible… so its been a while ]   From the earliest age we are taught about certain … Continued

It was 1984. Ronald Regan was president. Los Angeles was welcoming the Summer Olympics. I was 13. In the bloom of puberty, on the eve of entering my freshman year of high school. Pimply faced. Braces. Awkward physiology – trying to manage my arms and my legs in their new and lengthening forms. And gay. … Continued