The strong aroma of coffee teases my nostrils as I walk on the cobbled street through the city’s gate. Perched high on a hill, its view of the Umbrian landscape below is no less spectacular than the impressive stone church … Keep reading . . .
Make a quilt!
My Mother is a fine quilter who persists in her craft, even as her eyes fail. She just finished a quilt for Maeve; one which is not meant to be an heirloom, but for keeping warm on … Keep reading . . .
Art saves the world. Art saves me. When Maeve went to college last fall, I knew it would be a time of reckoning and re-shuffling. My priorities were shifted and I was left to ponder empty spaces. Vowing to remain … Keep reading . . .
Back in the 1970’s I saw a hilarious film about a group of American tourists traveling abroad in Europe called, “If it’s Tuesday, it must be Belgium.” It was clearly satirical, mocking a type of travel where the aim is … Keep reading . . .
Where is January and the birth of a new year? I scrambled to keep up with the continuous unfolding of events: childhoods’ end, rites of passage, cataclysmic change, and looked up to notice it is August. The year now worn … Keep reading . . .
