Author Archives: len

The Denver Diagnostic and Reception Center (DRDC) sounds like a wholeness and hospitality spa, but it’s actually a state prison off Havana Street. It’s where I help lead AA meetings for inmates twice a month when I’m in town. Last … Continue reading →

Kes Woodward rolls up his portrait of me Tuesday morning prior to my carrying it very carefully home in a FedEx tube from La Conner. The painting is now at the framer’s, and by the end of next week will … Continue reading →

Kes, Missy, Eli and I were sitting out by the rock cliff next to their home yesterday evening when a bat swirled slowly around the big shade umbrella and then vaguely drifted toward the house. The front door was open. … Continue reading →

This was the view yesterday evening from the home of Kes Woodward, my friend who is hosting a meeting of the WESTAF executive committee here in La Conner, Washington. Kes and his wife Missy and later their son Eli moved … Continue reading →

Claire took her first ride in the Segway knapsack yesterday afternoon in Denver. She enjoyed the view but preferred to romp on the carpet of thick grass in Skyline Park, a block and a half from home. She made the … Continue reading →

Tilley Endurables surprised the hell out of me by actually sending me a complimentary brand new hat after I mailed them the old friend that fell apart in the dryer in Maine. The new one arrived yesterday and is seen … Continue reading →

Today I am trying to apply what I learned at a writing workshop Saturday to a nonfiction piece I plan to submit to Wazee in 10 days. Alexandre O. Philippe led a remarkably useful five-hour session about character, under the … Continue reading →

Back in Denver, enjoying two days of spectacularly clear, dry weather, I find myself wondering what all this fuss was about moving to Boston. If it’s about building closer links with my family, there are simpler ways to accomplish that … Continue reading →

I feel as if I could write a book about last night’s birthday party at my parents’ home here in Cambridge. The highlight was my mother’s tapping her glass and asking everyone at the table to say a few words … Continue reading →

Waking up in Boston on my birthday did not ring any particular chimes of destiny. And in fact, last night’s walk in the drizzle from Kennedy’s restaurant on Province Street back to the Four Seasons made the city seem dark … Continue reading →