When I saw this painting on Alice's easel, I cried. She was going to die, and she knew it. That's what I saw. My mother loved what she called "jumping off places" like this path across the dunes to the ocean. I couldn't let the painting out of my life, so I bought it and hung it in my studio. One day I was writing about the painting and I noticed that the two figures crossing the dunes resembled the two of us. My mother was shorter than me, and she favored red. I love blue. The conversation … [Read more...]
November Light
Although I participated in two Thanksgiving dinners, I am feeling lighter than last week. Why? Because we finally buried my mother's ashes in the Moorestown Quaker cemetery that she chose as her final resting place. The family gathered there on Saturday morning. We read and spoke of her love and the way she held us to ourselves and to each other. I had removed the urn from my dining room cabinet, where it had rested for more than eleven years. Paul and I had prepared a Thanksgiving feast for my … [Read more...]
What? They Like My Poems?!
A little over a week ago, I received a request from Randall Brown, editor of Matter Press, for micro fiction or poems under 75 words. I sent six recently finished poems-- offering images also. The next morning, I got this email: “I love these! I’d like to publish all six, with the images.” Elated, I ran down to tell Paul -- and then, the anxiety started in. All six in one shot? Would I ever write another good poem? Would anyone notice them, or would they be lost? Would the paintings be “safe” on … [Read more...]
The practice of good-bye
I was chopping celery for dinner three weeks ago, when the chirpy Brit-Indian inflection of a BBC World announcer interrupted my flow: Technology Giant Apple announced the death of its cofounder Steve Jobs today. Why was Apple the subject of this sentence? As a Mac aficionado, I mourn the loss of Steve Jobs’ edgy spirit in this world, but as an Apple stockholder, I’m less concerned. “Technology Giant Apple” will survive, or not. I’m more interested in the way we speak about death, our … [Read more...]
The Sound revisited
Last week, I visited the Long Island Sound for the first time since 1973. The last time I swam there was in 1960. It was my Great-Grandparent’s home. Generic Cialis if you think that it simple to celebrate that to big disappointment of many people. It not the truth. As it is necessary to spend the calories also. When you wake up everyone a shadow. Generic cialis online not on each height it is possible to rise and understand that you not correctly understood everything in the life. I … [Read more...]
