I joined nearly 5,000 cyclists for the Ride for Roswell, raising funds for cancer research while following the Empire State Trail and Niagara River through Buffalo and Tonawanda.

A front porch is more than an architectural detail. It is the threshold between public life and private life. Twenty-five years after building our first front entry addition, weather, time, and the evolution of the house itself pushed us into a second renovation — one inspired by craftsman architecture, deeper overhangs, and a stronger sense of arrival.

A forecasted three-hour break between rain showers was just enough time for Serge and me to ride fifty miles along the Erie Canal on the Empire State Trail.

A ride from Geneva toward Waterloo on the Cayuga-Seneca Canal Trail ended seven miles in when a fallen tree blocked the path, sending us back to Geneva for wine by the lake instead.

A Thursday evening drive down a narrow gravel road led to a wooded hillside in Ionia, New York, where the Astronomy Section of the Rochester Academy of Science was holding its monthly meeting. Small observatory buildings dotted the grounds, a vanilla sheet cake marked the club's 145th anniversary, and members in planet-covered shirts discussed telescopes, software, and the night sky. After a presentation on cosmology, everyone drifted outside to point telescopes toward Jupiter while daylight faded over the fields and woods surrounding the observatory.

A Thursday evening adventure to the Geneva Music Festival. A sold-out hall, chamber music from immigrant composers, wine and brownies in the lobby, and a crowd that seemed to know one another. An intimate concert on the beautiful Hobart and William Smith campus overlooking Seneca Lake.

A 38-mile training ride along the Auburn and Lehigh Valley Trails. Green tunnels of trees, old railroad bridges, a cheeseburger and a beer at Creekside Inn, memories of a biker bar from another chapter of life, and a yellow recumbent trike appearing between the trees.

After six months down south, my first long ride through my Fingerlakes hometown became a ride through memory — past old jobs, old routines, churches, parks, the cemetery chapel above the lake, and the crowded waterfront on the first warm night of spring.

Every spring, our land emerges from winter, the gardens demanding weeks of labor, restoration, and attention. What began years ago as a creative passion project has evolved into an ongoing cycle of maintenance — one that now takes one to two months each season to complete. Beauty, exhaustion, aging infrastructure, unreliable help, and lessons that come with stewarding a large garden through many years. Part garden tour, part meditation on ambition and maintenance, this is the story of the annual spring reckoning.

For years we called it the Barbie room - the room where my sisters and friends gathered before parties, surrounded by makeup, dresses, and chaos. But when our main guest room became a nursery for my new grandchild, the Barbie room had to retire. What followed was a series of reinventions of the space — from cluttered dressing room, to dark English-country experiment, to a quiet and calm guest retreat.

Finding the right balance of lifestyle in Delray Beach.

Work, Water, Music at Night.

A train ride north to test the roads, the rhythm, and the people. Boca is designed. Hollywood improvises..

A month of overlapping arrivals—sisters, friends, and constant motion. The days filled with beaches, bikes, dinners, and conversation. The apartment never empty, then suddenly quiet again.

Today Lise and I took the Fort Lauderdale Water Taxi from Hollywood up to Fort Lauderdale.

Amazing circus acrobatic show at Gulfstream Casino in Hallendale.

Critical Mass Ride - Hollyweird - Feb 2026

Building our Urban Tropical Base