Belly dancing, Drumming, fire, wine, children, howling dogs under a full moon Saturday night on South Lamar, courtesy of Lucila’s Dance studio. Lucila is a beautiful women “of a certain age” who teaches belly dancing and sells related exotic clothing … Keep reading . . .
The Storm has momentarily abated (both inner and outer) and I see a crack of blue midst all the dark grey thunderclouds. Clark is digging post holes behind the studio and I am in need of a shower after a … Keep reading . . .
I know that I don’t know anything. Interesting to keep arriving at this humble place after all the time and effort I have spent trying to master calligraphy. My quest for mastery has waned, somewhat, and has happily been replaced … Keep reading . . .
I just finished May Sarton’s book “At Seventy.” I was in search of her book “A Journal of a Solitude,” at the Notre Dame bookstore (more on that in a moment), but “Seventy” was the only one on the shelf … Keep reading . . .
May is a hopeful month. The days are green and filled with the promise of Summer ahead, and the Winter with its long dark nights is gone. I like these rich and heavily scented days, the blooming part of the … Keep reading . . .
