The pandemic goaded me to paint an owl that looked like I felt! Will Rogers shows me 2020-2022 isn't the only hard spell Americans have had. It was one of the first little paintings I did back when I thought the pandemic would last maybe a couple of weeks. Somehow,...
These times — that COVID-19 magnified —-have surely taught me how like a sheep I am. And I don’t mean cute and cuddly! I am skitterish and willful. By that, I mean I can worry and wander — looking for a reassuring voice, who echos what I want to hear. Now, Doug is...
Why are we so horrified our duly elected President undoes what his predecessor did? That’s the platform on which he – or, one day SHE – ran! Now some of my friends are absolutely horrified that Mr. Biden is doing what he said he would do if he were elected President....
Getting back to normal used to mean unpacking from a vacation; or, putting away Christmas decorations and heading into a new year. It was a bittersweet necessity. Now getting back to normal is almost an impossible dream. Returning to the way our life was mid-March...
Twitter once was such an innocuous word! Today, though it’s morphed from meaning peeps or chirp to a verbal assault weapon. I am flat out flabbergasted at the tone and tenor of tweets that many of our leaders send. Here We Go Again! Writing about today’s rude and...
Thinking is hard enough at my age and stage, without some Americans wanting to think they can "equalize"what can’t be. The rights to think and to speak – are rights not all the world shares. When in human history did denying or policing people’s right to think or...
A Spring Visual A grand visual greeted me: the Bradford pears and other flowering trees, set against the still barren trees. Perhaps, it will be an inspiration for a painting? What a delight; less than a month ago, all were covered with heavy wet snow. A great gift...
A veteran of the late 1960’s cultural wars, at first I thought his programming was hokey. Back then I liked Sesame Street’s humor and the Electric Company’s verve better than the calm of Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood. Initially when I watched the little vignettes I thought...
So tempting it is to remember the times past, my past, when public discourse was gentle; when we all cared deeply about the well-being and rights of fellow citizens; when our leaders were humble but might servants; when we all unfailingly did the right thing . . ....
Writing a story which another might read couldn’t be all that hard I reasoned, graduating from high school with the ambition to write the great American novel. But who, at 18, has lived a story worth reading? Jane Austen, maybe. I was no Jane Austen. Nor did I have...
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