I was in Prague, “the Magical City,” or because it’s rare that I attend a live concert, I seemed to be hearing on another level, analyzing my enjoyment in a different way, having a different insight into what I was hearing through this filter of music. Continue reading
In the poem, Harlem, Langston Hughes asks, “What happens to a dream deferred?” He wonders, “Does it dry up / like a raisin in the sun?” He suggests other, less appetizing fates. Meanwhile, I bided my time. I waited until my carpet bag so bulged with hope that it had to become a reality. Continue reading
“And now let us welcome the New Year, full of things that never were.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke Continue reading
I got into rendering buildings because one night I drew a candleholder. Continue reading
…each attempt to create an experience on canvas or paper, “is imagination reaching outward to filter the world.” Continue reading
Now that I’ve settled on calling the sequel, “The Nancy Who Drew the Way Home,” I started to think about what the concept of home means to me now. Continue reading
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ~ Albert Camus
