The need to convey the power of art returned to me a few days ago when I returned to what had been my home away from home for twenty...

There is a strong possibility it will never come to life. I have big-time doubts. It has completed the embryonic stages. And is out of my...

Remember how easy it used to be to show up at the neighborhood theater, buy a ticket, get your popcorn and red hots and settle in? Not so...

Went to the vault for this signed original to wish you a glorious Easter weekend... Would appreciate any thoughts you might have about...

The moment my foot hit the flagstone path leading from my front door, I felt a vibration; with each step, a pulsing sensation coming from...

Update: The virtual tour was fabulous, made even more special by the appearance of both Anne Mudge and Marianela de la Hoz. Both artists...

Simple pleasure. A pleasure I wouldn’t have had if there had been no pandemic. I wouldn’t have taken the time. Heirloom tomato seeds...

"You and your book are in the news! See page 11. Congratulations." said the email from the PR people. "Wait is that you?" Gail asked a...

You are invited to the premiere of The San Diego Museum of Art’s “Built by Women” virtual tour. Channel your inner Rosie the Riveter and...

Harvest time. Not fruits of my bygone Camelot, Lush wine grapes Juicy oranges. Instead, the modest kumquat Is sought From my hillside...

"Sweet and Sour" Yep, that's what I wrote about. The submission instructions - unpublished fiction or nonfiction narratives based loosely...

"Mine", a sweet quarantined story about a bottle of wine, some candy, and my next door son, was selected out of 100 stories to be...

Ordinarily the twilight hour is precious to me. Not too long ago, however, the magic time between sunset and dusk presented as nerve...

At the exact moment Joseph R. Biden Jr. was pronounced president of the United States, an ample and jolly forty-something health care...

In an effort to calm my nerves in anticipation of a vaccine appointment, I staged a mini-Film Festival at my house over the last few days...

My Texas story-telling friend Chris sent pictures this week of snow—two inches—fallen across her acreage and her birdhouses. Unusual for...

I contemplated it seriously. And then as swiftly as the cork pops free from the unscrewed muselet of a bottle of champagne, I discarded...

In the recently imposed stay-in-house restriction my region of California is under, I stumbled onto a work of art of mine from a long...

Half way through my first cup of coffee, a text from my daughter. "Mom, how come you didn't tell us?" Weeks ago, a charming and gifted...

Just after Thanksgiving, a surreal sans-turkey seasonal affair, I began to play my collection of Christmas music, feeling the need for...