I’ve known Tim for several years, and I admire him greatly and consider him a friend. He is one of the most determinedly creative people I know, even though a series of grinding health difficulties.

He lives at the Mansion, and every day, rain or shine, he can be found motoring down Main Street, to visit the book store or pick up things the other residents need. Only a snowstorm stops him.

Tim is a voracious reader, he is working on a book, he makes sculptures out of clay, works on puzzles, sketches, and he draws and paints.

I supply his creative needs – books, brushes, clay, drawing paper and pencils, computer parts. Tim is easy-going, genial. He lost his leg more than a year ago, although he is always in pain, I have never heard him complain.

When I  buy a gift certificate for him from Battenkill Books, he rushes down to the store on his motorized wheelchair and places an order. He reads every word of every book.

He has read most of my books, she shows me his writing, and we often talk about writing and publishing. He hopes to have current work published.

In recent weeks, Tim and Zinnia have bonded in a special way. “What a great dog,” he shouts from the front porch when he sees her, and she responds by bounding over to him and licking his prosthesis and his hand.

Tim comes to every event I participate in at the Mansion – every reading, every Meditation Workshop, every Bingo game (I stopped doing Bingo for a while.)

Every time I meet Tim, we go over his creative projects, he is always busy, always trying something new. Tim is brave, even heroic, he faces life with pride and dignity, and the Creative Spark is always burning brightly inside of him.

I am very happy to be his friend and a supporter of his creativity.