At one time in my misspent youth, I collected turtles. Big ones, small ones, other sized ones. Why would I collect turtles, you might ask and that would be appropriate. I’ve asked myself that same question. Why turtles? They’re awkward,…
At one time in my misspent youth, I collected turtles. Big ones, small ones, other sized ones. Why would I collect turtles, you might ask and that would be appropriate. I’ve asked myself that same question. Why turtles? They’re awkward,…
My sister-in-law, Carmen, left us a year ago in early September. The timing of her departure coming as it did in early autumn was in keeping with her life. For the previous twenty-six years, following the death of…
I don’t know about you and your writing space. I have all manner of mantras, epigrams, inspirational phrases and sayings covering the walls of my office. Some of them, like good friends, have helped me over rough times when…
The image is serene—snow covering a small ravine with winter killed trees and tumbled, broken limbs. Silence radiates from the canvas. A sense of quiet solitude and awe sweeps over me each time I look at it. This painting…