Whose Waves These Are

Whose Waves These Are

Whenever I visit new places, I often buy a piece of artwork by a local artist, usually a painting or drawing. In Maine, the lighthouses intrigued me the most.  Of course I couldn’t decide among them, so I ended up with two framed prints. One of them is the Pemaquic...
The Nature of Fragile Things

The Nature of Fragile Things

Twenty years ago, I finally had the opportunity to visit San Francisco. My husband, Tim, and our two daughters, thirteen and eleven, experienced all the thrills: street performers and artists on Pier 39, Ghirardelli Square (yum!), cable cars and Lombard Street, the...
Almost Home

Almost Home

In Michigan during World War II, my grandfather and his brother had to cease selling automobiles at the car dealership they’d built from the ground up since 1926. All consumer cars, trucks, and parts production halted from February 1942 to October 1945.  Even...
The Bookshop of Secrets

The Bookshop of Secrets

The bookshop setting with a mystery enticed me to read Mollie Rushmeyer’s The Bookshop of Secrets. The mystery itself is tied to first print editions that once belonged to the protagonist’s mother. Classic old books, a bookstore, family secrets, mysteries,...
Everything is Just Beginning

Everything is Just Beginning

Years ago, when I taught high school art, I wanted students to embrace the process of creating art and enjoy the journey. That’s why I graded their steps along the way, not just the end-product. My motto was: Creating a Product without the Process is like having the...

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