QUESTIONS: Why do we dream? What a great question, and I don't have an answer. I remember Mrs. Stackhouse, one of my former teachers telling us that dreams were what happened to us in other lives. I knew that couldn't be right, because that night I dreamed of falling and landing in a pool of... Continue Reading →
Before COVID-19 arrived, I loved visiting museums. I can stay in one for hours on hours. I am not too keen on much modern and abstract art, but I love paintings, sculptures, and artifacts from the past. So, upon learning of a museum near us, we decided to check it out, although you could never... Continue Reading →
Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, Kahlo, and O'Keeffe, Like a candy store filled with sweets, where do I start? Oh, if only they would allow me to rent an Airbnb In some of the wondrous museums filled with fervid art! I would linger for hours and days in front of masterpieces, Trying to understand all that... Continue Reading →
Mary felt very proud of her still life called "Georgia Peaches." But, when her mother saw the painting, she was appalled. I tell you, she was flat out outraged that her daughter could do such a thing! "What were you thinking, child?" her mother asked. "We are a proud Southern family! Our name stands for... Continue Reading →
Karla sat on her front porch waiting for the storyteller to appear. The old woman always wore a sweater embroidered with books. She came each Tuesday afternoon, seemingly out of nowhere, taking up residence in the entrance to a nearby field. The storyteller always had an inviting smile, drawing the children and their parents from... Continue Reading →
Ginny stood looking at the piece of art installed at the riverbank, trying to determine the message the sculptor was trying to impart. She tried to figure out what the green thing represented in relation to the beautiful blue waters beside it and the tall buildings in the background. What an enigma! It looked like... Continue Reading →
Travel with me to places far away, No calendars to follow each day. And let the grass grow long at home, As our legs wander and stroll and roam. So much to see and so little time, Such as art in museums sublime Awaiting for us to see and admire. Come, love, hurry, before we... Continue Reading →
What fun to create outdoor museums, where art is readily available to everyone at no charge. Some of the best works of art would cover streets for a couple of miles, and those symphonies of colors would remain for long periods of time. Crowds would marvel at the beauty of the work of a painter... Continue Reading →
It is hard to really understand the lives of other people, unless you can walk in their shoes. For years, the lives of immigrants to America have not really interested me, mainly because I assumed that moving to an unfamiliar place is no big deal, with basically every place the same. I never thought about... Continue Reading →
