The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Redux
I wrote this some time ago and I’m revisiting it now because it describes so well how I’ve been feeling …
I wrote this some time ago and I’m revisiting it now because it describes so well how I’ve been feeling …
I’m a late arrival to the Sinead O’Conner lovefest. I’d heard of her, of course, seen the photos, snippets of …
If “Beauty is truth, truth, beauty,” as Keats’ poem claims, then what do my paintings of flowers, my attempt to …
When poet Jorie Graham was three-years-old, she swirled her fingers through her mother’s still-wet oil painting. Her horrified mother picked …