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  • I am not an art critic. Not by any means. What I know about art could fit in the proverbial pinhead. But I do know something of people. As a person who spends more time observing people more than interacting with them, I notice things I might have otherwise missed. But doesn’t it take much…

  • Her life took a turn she had not foreseen. Surviving, and leaving behind, the visual memories of the war, she thought she would never again feel the darkness of life closing in around her. During the long boat ride to America, she had imagined so many things. Dreamed more dreams than her childhood had been…

  • I have had canine companions almost my entire adult life. I remember them all and the affects they had on me and my life. The lessons they introduced to me in the form of affirmations or challenges have helped to make me who I am. Without them, not only would I be different, but life…

  • She only spoke of her mother twice. Once when I asked about her and once when she referenced her death. My grandmother gave birth to at least six children. She lived the life she was given, experienced the lifestyle she made, and lost that life by man made means. Whatever lessons my mother learned from…

  • She was born in Carigara, Leyte in The Philippines in 1932. Or 1930. Her birth records were destroyed during WWII so she was able to rewrite her story in the way that suited her best. The almost total destruction that was her home country gave her a clean slate with which to start her life…

  • This is a true story. It was Wednesday, August 12, 2009 and I was shopping with a younger member of my family. This was two days before my vacation was to start. We were shopping because she was having a little trouble adjusting to some changes in her life and I wanted to give her…

  • I have been more lucky than most through this pandemic. I was able to continue to do my job in the same way, and in the same place. I have lived a small life for many years. I prefer to spend my free time hanging out with my dogs, alone in my workroom refining my…