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 . . .
2010 came and went in a flurry of monumental events. My Mother moved to Austin, I turned 50, I directed my first Literally Letters program at Ghost Ranch, went to Italy with my daughter, I started a new class called … Keep reading . . .
