
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
This weekend was a transformational time in my life. As the youngest of my 3 children graduated from college and I celebrated my 60th birthday, I feel energized by the possibilities before me. I am excited about the potential challenges and the freedom to try new things. I feel as if I can venture back to the pre-family days and revisit the youthful expectations that defined my aesthetic; but …
I have always been intrigued with art that focuses on the grace and beauty of the feminine mystique. I have collected illustrations and prints that depict woman engrossed in the simple acts of daily life; bathing, drinking a cup of tea, ironing, or nursing. Many artists have managed this pictorial poetry to celebrate the female form, but when my first child was born, I became particularly enamored with the work …
It is October in New York. The
Last week-end we tailgated at my son’s Boston College football game. Since it was a rainy September day and we managed to get a spot in the campus garage, our table was a popular destination. At least thirty plus students attended. The weather was very fickle; damp and chilly before the game, sunny and warm in the bleachers. The kids seemed to manage the changing conditions with youthful nonchalance but …
Horses are my passion! This is Trigger. He belongs to my friend Gale and I have a tremendous crush on him. Horseback riding is a sport I took up, just 5 years ago and now, I ride every week. I have decided that moving in tandem with a horse is being in a state of grace.