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A line and a splotch of color

When I was four, or maybe five, I made drawings in crayon of a sailor who was my father gone to war. That was the first and last time I was complimented for my artistic ability. And I never got

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In Memory of Einstein on the occasion of his 100th birthday

In my after life, my photon of light Chose space by a brilliant sun And danced a dance, A long long dance That was glorious, glorious fun – A poem by Gil Galloway in 1979 MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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A half-full glass person tries to take on our awful politics

For me and millions of others, last Tuesday, election night, was a travesty. The country is being given over to private corporations, the line between truth and falsehood is disappearing, and cruelty in a whole raft of forms is becoming

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Wading through the most beautiful city in the world

On St. Mark’s Piazza in Venice the September day I was there, the tide was in. Across the square the water was ankle high, and in some places deeper. Tourists from around the world searched for a way to get

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In Firenze (Florence), I lived in the best possible Italian room—straight out of a 19th century novel. It was the last room but one at the end of a dark hallway, filled with quixotic paintings, sketches and odd statuary. When

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Can great art be seen through a lens???

Of course I can’t know, but I imagine that in old Europe, in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance, life happened on multiple levels. There was the everyday where most people lived, their time filled with the humdrum of their

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Does it take imagination to be a Christian?

I recently spent three weeks in Italy. I’d planned to write about it, I even have a post ready to go. But yesterday, a friend of mine died and his leaving meant that my world lost one more of its

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Orange butterflies dancing in my garden

All summer orange butterflies have danced around my garden. They weren’t Monarchs. Everyone hopes for those, but they didn’t have the black patterned etchings of the Monarch. Nor did they fly like Monarchs. Monarchs fly in a more leisurely manner.

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Our love affair with life

The great affair, the love affair with life, is to live as variously as possible, to groom one’s curiosity like a high-spirited thoroughbred, climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, sun-struck hills every day. Where there is no risk, the

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Give me a break with the perfect pianists already!

Not too many months ago I watched as Mark Twain played the lovely middle movement from Beethoven’s Sonate Pathetique while his wife died in the upstairs bedroom. It was a heart breaking scene. Sadly, what I can’t get out of

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