Summer passed in a blur of heat, activity, travel. From Vancouver to Rome, Syracuse to Portland, I pontificated, sketched and calligraphed my way in and out of classrooms, lingering in Austin only for days at a time to catch my … Keep reading . . .
Feathers, drums, silver heels, swingin’ rhythm, move your hips: it’s Carnaval! Days and evenings of rehearsals brings the Austin Samba School closer to the grand production in February. No winter blues in this crowd; there isn’t time to get down, … Keep reading . . .
I sat down to write about the post Christmas quiet and its accompanying melancholy when RED flashed in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I watched a cardinal alight on the deck railing outside of my studio, … Keep reading . . .
The year begins: resolutions made, Christmas decorations packed, a deep breath taken, one moment flowing into the next. Typically, I wax nostalgic on the eve of a new year, noting in my journal progress made, things accomplished, dreams lived or … Keep reading . . .
I didn’t start drinking coffee until I turned 50. Having always been the one in my family with “champagne taste on a beer budget”, it seemed only natural that my taste-buds are ignited by the expensive Starbucks stuff, not the … Keep reading . . .
