I love to read. Many authors are harbored in my home library; but Stephen King was never a resident until several years ago when I saw The Shawshank Redemption on television and learned that he had written the book. I had always assumed that King’s prolific output was anchored completely in the horror genre and that his popularity, certainly well earned, was due to such tomes as The Shining or … Read More
It is July 4, 2010 and I am lamenting my absence from my traditional Independence Day venue: Schroon Lake, NY in the Adirondack Mountains. In this small mountain town, the virtues of Americana, from the annual Main Street parade, to a lakeside picnic and fireworks exploding over a darkening sky remind us of the values of our heritage while serving up a visceral promise of hope and change. I have … Read More
I am definitely not a Shakespearean scholar. I have difficulty trudging through the Old English verbiage, but I cannot deny that the renowned bard was a great artist. His plays were the foundation for countless renditions of original plots that flowed from his imagination and have continued to fuel story lines to this day. Understanding his writing is essential to understanding literature. It’s just that I prefer to witness this … Read More
I was never really a soccer mom. My children focused on other sporting disciplines, figure skating, swimming and baseball. However, I got a lot of exposure to this global phenomenon from my sister, who was the Executive Director of MSI (Montgomery Soccer) in Maryland and her husband, who was a national soccer referee. Believe me; I have heard the war stories. This sport has crept into the American psyche via … Read More
As a teenager, I spent time in France with the Experiment in International Living. The objective was a total immersion into the French culture. I learned to speak French, traveled to the Pyrenees Mountains as well as the beaches in Marseilles and visited countless museums. But it was in Paris at The Grand Palais where I saw an exhibit of Matisse’s paper gouache cutouts that I had my first … Read More
I saw some beautiful pottery on my recent jaunt to Mexico and the Southwest. I have always been mesmerized watching a potter shape a beautiful object from such a mundane substance as a lump of wet clay. The technical skill required seems invisible to the naked eye. It is all about how the artisan uses his hands and fingers to apply pressure where necessary and release as a counterpoint. … Read More
Several years ago I began to practice yoga. At first, my type “A” personality prevented me from understanding the meaning proffered by this ancient discipline. Staying in the moment was not a concept I embraced. Life was all about productivity and tangible results. I look back now on the parent teachers night that my husband and I attended at my daughter’s kindergarten Montessori school in the late 80’s and … Read More