Perhaps I am a tad jaded, but I find there is something a wee bit hokey, perhaps even slightly offensive about all the hoopla for…
I had a fierce Grandmother on my father’s side. She immigrated from Ireland on a boat that was one boat before the Titanic… by herself….
It is Father’s Day today, and my Father is 5 years gone from this world. He lived to a ripe old age of 96 and…
Johnny Carson. Apparently, he was quite a guy. I can honestly say I rarely watched his show, but I did catch it once, circa 1976,…
Circa 1967 or so, my mother was the original inventor of the mute button. She loved her television shows but detested the advertisements. She would…
Cursive handwriting can be beautiful. Or it can be scrawled, messy and illegible. To my mind, it does not matter. I love to look at…
There is a profound difference between inspiration and reality. So far, it has been my experience that when the creative process takes over, reality takes…
One of my sisters volunteers as an editor for these blog pages and she told me about three blogs ago, “Stop apologizing” for the art…