I have an old post that says, February! How did that happen? So I didn’t call this post, August! How did that happen? But it’s how I feel. The Shy Museum Goer has a new post about a Mexican artist, a woman who is not Frida Kahlo. Maria Izquierdo has a fascinating story of struggle, [...]
Michele Bourdeau was 81 when she died Sunday, July 26. Explaining my relationship to her is either very simple or very complicated. But dusty today ... She was married to my brother for seven months. Then he died. Now, fifty-eight years later, she has died. I have been going through emails I had from her [...]
Eye candy for today. I'm finishing a story and don't have the bandwidth to think about other things. This was part of the old Saint Charles Seminary in Philadelphia. Gone now. sigh... My favorite view as a palate cleanser... I was scrolling through pictures and found this one and the one after it. The old [...]
I was reminded recently that I was ‘connected’ — by marriage — to Sam Houston. I remember hearing this in some very vague way and knowing that it was a bit of a joke to whoever was saying it to me. However, in the course of various researches I’ve been doing, I stumbled across Isabel [...]
I had a lovely Easter with good food and small children and lovely relatives for about twenty-seven hours. In that time I washed several particular dishes and cooking pots three or four times because they were the thing I kept needing. I'm still doing the last of the dishes from Monday night. It was the [...]
