24 Sep 2019

Dandelions

Dandelions

“By the time you see a dandelion plant it is well established. There is always a new generation waiting.” Molly Snyder finds dandelions beautiful. Dandelions. It is not what I expected her to say when she was here at the Pfister, her hand in mine. I was drawing on her with my henna cone and […]

26 Jan 2017

That’s a Big Clock: Robin and the Polish Moon

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That’s a Big Clock: Robin and the Polish Moon

Robin Campbell, The Pfister Hotel’s house carpenter for eight years, retired two years ago.  But he came back for Gallery Night last Friday to see the work of his friend Stephanie Barenz, the Hotel’s fifth Artist-in-Residence (AiR), as well as the work of the other AiRs past and present. When she arrived, she described him in […]

29 Apr 2015

Toodle-loo.

Toodle-loo.

My term as Pfister Narrator is about to expire.  A bell is sounding.  A cane is coming to pull my waist off the stage.  A gong is sounding.  Ladies are booing, children are throwing popcorn at me, but I do not want to leave my flaming hula hoop. I still wanted to tell you the story about […]

30 Apr 2014

Renée

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Renée

This is my last blog as the Pfister Narrator. I have been thinking a long time about how I want to end this magickal year, and suddenly, it came to me – strongly and clearly like the light of the moon through a bedroom window. I will document my recent hotel lunch with the most […]

29 Apr 2014

Five signs it’s time for me to leave the Pfister

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Five signs it’s time for me to leave the Pfister

Truth be told, my year as the Pfister Narrator flew by and I really don’t want to leave the position. However, the eloquent, wise words of Robert Frost once again filter through my brain: nothing gold can stay. And really, there are five signs that make me think the universe is trying to tell me […]

27 Apr 2014

Dancing through life

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Dancing through life

Dressed in their “Sunday best,” three sixth grade students from Hartford Avenue School perched on the edge of a sofa in the Pfister Lobby Bar – all with gold trophies in their laps. “How did you get those?” I asked. “For dancing!” They said in unison. They were there with their teacher, Marti White, and […]