Today has been cold and grey, the kind of day that makes me want to do nothing other than curl up and read. I’ve been…
The Wounded Dove, painted by Rebecca Solomon, is a painting that resonates with me deeply. The dove’s wing appears broken and I don’t know if…
We celebrate Thanksgiving this week and I am grateful for so much. My greatest blessings are certainly my children and my family, but what I…
I’ve spent my entire adult life pursuing Pre-Raphaelite art and in doing so, I find that what I actually discover is myself. Art and literature…
Today begins the forty-second year of ME! ‘Tis my birthday! In Ulysses, Tennyson said ‘I am a part of all that I have met’ and…
William Morris’ Love is Enough has been on my mind this morning. “He makes a poem these days–in dismal Queen Square in black old filthy London…
There’s a horror that sets in just before a new beginning. It can cripple you. The key is to understand the process. Like everything else…
Friends sometimes say it’s strange that I can simultaneously be optimistic and bubbly while also being captivated by art filled with melancholy and death. I’m not sure how to answer except to say that I consciously choose to embrace life to the fullest and believe that my positive…
There have been many times in my life when I’ve seen models or actresses and compared my own looks to them and realized I don’t…
Well, hello there 2017! We’ve barely begun to get acquainted. I don’t have a feel for you yet. You still hold that thrilling newness and…
