My Wild Child, My Son, “Rider on the Storm”
I wrote this tribute to my son seven years ago, shortly after the birth of my granddaughter. Recently I posted …
I wrote this tribute to my son seven years ago, shortly after the birth of my granddaughter. Recently I posted …
When I first encountered one of Sohan Qadri’s paintings, I was plunged like a pebble into a still pool, radiating ripples of …
I get this message about once a week from my granddaughter’s mother. It goes into great detail about the pain …
To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break …
I ended a blog post at the tail end of 2018 with this wish list for 2019: A Look Ahead …
One of the joys of grandparenting is revisiting stories I loves to read my own children and sharing them with …
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through …
“When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear …
I haven’t been painting as much this year, but I thought I’d share these two. Both were meant to be …
I know I’ve written about this before, my love affair with the colors blue and gold, how they play so …