Category Archives: moving


The time has come.  Goodbye Ypsilanti, hello again Ann Arbor.

Tomorrow is the official day!  Dream Baby is coming back to town! 

Moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan from Massachusetts, became very ill, rupture of a cranial aneurysm , 2011, survived, against all expectations, and my life was forver changed for the better, improved I mean,  divorced after 40 years of marrage, a change I really needed, having married as a teenager who knew nothing, not really; I thought I knew a few thngs, but I really didn’t.  

Mostly, although I was married for such a long time, wedding in 1973, turns out that I knew nothing about love,  not really.   But a friend of mine (Thomas Robert Higgginson)  did, and we got together for the best weekend of my life, became the basis of a romance novel, I was finally able to write, my favorite book of all my thirteen books: 


New Kiss Horizon

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Presently working on a book about my father; a book I have needed to write for many years. He and my son (I was finally able to have) are the people most like me in the world.  My father was the most soft-hearted man –and I am soft-hearted too. My     son may be soft-hearted also, but life itself and the world not fully hospitable to such nature has tried to crush this, has tried to hammer it out of us, but my heart, agaist all reason, defiant in its softness had not curled up and died, the ventricles useless, chambers unvisited and exploited.

This too is legacy.  

A softer legacy to be sure.  I wish he had lived to know any of this for himself. 

My father - main portrait

This Heart will survive. 

Of course I like memories, but I prefer things of substance, the physics of what  can held in my hands, hot or cold, even if it burns, I want the marks of  living well, of knowing these feelings; there is a cost of knowledge, and for those who maintain the story of origins involving Adam and Eve,  the cost of knowledge was the loss of paradise, but I suggest  that the knowledge gained perhaps was worth that loss; for they gained a physicality that is very much enjoyed around the world, among all species the propagate –he way it’s  done: interaction and connection of bodies:

the actual paradise of pleasure.

MOVING on the (calm) Horizon



that tomorrow I meet with a real estate agent so that I can begin to sell my house.  I need to live elsewhere, need to identify the location where I’d like to live out my retirement.  

And that is not in Ypsilanti, Michigan.  

I don’t yet know where the location is… But I will be somewhere else as soon as possible.  

Much more house than I as a single woman need.  


Too much space, and I never bonded with the house;  I need a smaller living space, and need for stores to be accessible; just a nice little walk…. I also want cultural activities to be nearby, what universities offer; I want to be able to hear speakers, go to performances, and speak myself, of course.  And attend a few movies, especially the premiere of the movie that is going to be made from that romance novel… I haven’t forgotten any of that.    

I can (and will)  continue to be a speaker and performer and writer and poam [product(s) of act(s) of making] maker, whereverver I am,

as in:

and :




and this offering of a poem from my forthcoming book, Wannabe Hoochie Mama Gallery of Realities’ Red Dress Code” September 2016 (available for pre-order now on Amazon)


“Higginson Matters in Magnificent Culture of Myopia”  I am most eager to see this book, to hold it my hands and crack the spine. Contains some of the wrting of which  am most proud, most satisfied with and will be no matter where I am… By the time I receive copies, I should be living somewhere else.  The poems of which I am most proud, were written with the best collaboraor I have ever been lucky enough to know; the best friend I have ever had, the best? —- well, fill in the blanks.  There are many Higginson poems in this forthcoming book; count them, the “new” section thrives entirely on “Higginson” poems and I hope that any of them win awards.  A couple of them are forthcoming in “the Fiddlehead” and a piece of the romance novel , here as published in “The Spectacle”



Truth is: “Higginson” does Matter (to me)

(all me, all my voice)

and a few museums would be very nice.  Once I talk with the realtor tomorrow, I’ll have a better sense of things.  

Now I get to think about packing up what is essential and discarding the rest.

Guess I am seeking a city.  

I spent ten years in the Cambridge, Massachusetts area, and I wouldn’t mind returning there.  I also lived in New Hampshire, Durham, New Hampshire (not my first choice for relocation),  also briefly in NYC.  I haven’t mentioned the midwest, and I do love Chicago (very special for very many reasons), but perhaps not my ideal locaation for retirement.  Still heavily weighing my options.  


Also must surrender my leased 2014 Nissan Juke; I love the car and will miss it, but do not drive it.  Lease expires in 2017, but the sooner I don’t have it, the better.  Most of the miles were put on it by my son and/or his friend, another resident of my basement.


Hope that very soon I can announce the forthcoming publication of  that romance novel, a revision of which was completed yesterday –that will mean more to me than anything else…

(because with that announcement can come other announcements about my life, just not yet.  Too soon… 

Truth is: “Higginson” does Matter (to me)


Speaking of essential, I need to hear from Julia Child:

As I moved here in a need to live somewhere following a divorce finalized in September 2013.  Took occupancy of the house in January 2014.  

2014 was one of the best years of my life; those who know me know why; October 2014 will always be  unforgettable.  

A very good friend of mine became an even better friend.


I live here with my son and his lover in my basement –not an ideal arrangement although I love my son who will be 25 in July.  I have no help with morgage, utility bills or anything, certainly not with yard work, not even taking out the trash, which I did yesterday; I’m also having trouble getting either one of them to go to the Kroger pharmarcy to pick up my prescription (guess I have another book right there, and a book I really need to write about my father, and his father), and even if I did, I still would not want to live here.  


I cannot support three adults alone.  

Just won’t have my son providing music as he did in so many of my video pieces, includng “Bubbling” shown above.  I will miss that; my son was one of the best collaborators I have had, and only one is better:

Another poet who has been the best collaborator I have ever known, in poetry and in life itself.  That connection will not be disrupted by any of this physical relocation.  It is an old connection, a 30-year-connection, and involves the film clip “9:08 am” shown above.  Can’t say more about that connection until there is more to say –doesn’t mean I don’t want to, only means I can’t  right now.

My only sure income is social security, unless something miraculous –don’t I hope!– happens with the romance novel I completed a revision of yesterday (will not even mention the title until I know something more definite.  Being read by only two people,     –a very good friend of mine (whose opinion I value the most, because Truth is: “Higginson” does Matter [to me]), and another friend who works in the industry.  

This will be true no matter where I am.  

I expect to retain the same email addresses; only my physical location will change.  Will post more when I know more.


Good morning my good friend, very best friend in all the world, wherever you are, mattering as always. I am not afraid to say so, and if you give me the word, I will say more, just your name, for instance, nothing more than that.  Mattering even more than I should tell you, and think I did with the romance novel itself.  And, Sir, I mean every word.  Every word. because Truth is: “Higginson” does Matter (to me)


I do not want to live backwards; I want to live forwards, and this is the final step.


Well, adventure, here I come!