Nuts About Dragons

This week begins the Chinese New Year of the Wood Dragon. Generally, I hold only a passing interest in this annual cycle of the Chinese zodiac—it isn’t my culture, after all—but I am thrilled this year. (I admit that I did note I was born under the sign of the Snake...

Searching for Words in a Fog

There once was a woman of age Who struggled to honor a page With some nourishing words Ones that sang, flew like birds, But alas! She was never a sage. (And such hopes are so often a cage.)   Plus it’s winter, it’s cold and it’s dark, And her mind must be locked...

A Mystery of Childhood Mementos

I wish I’d remembered to take a photo of my childhood jewelry box. When I was about 8 I wanted one with a ballet dancer who twirled en pointe when you opened the box—all the rage at the time. Instead, my parents gave me one painted with French poodles sitting at a...

Snakes

Snakes appear often in my art, and have for years. Snake also emerged as my animal/symbol for 2022.  Is there a message here? Over millennia, earth-honoring cultures around the globe have carved snakes on rock art and painted them on pottery. Because of their ability...

A Holiday Atmosphere

If you could create a national holiday, what would it be and why? That was one of the questions I posed to a group of dear friends who gathered on zoom during Thanksgiving weekend. The question seemed like a playful and creative break from the heaviness and intensity...

A Deathbed Reclamation

Tomorrow is November 2, the culmination of an auspicious period for honoring the dead. It is also my dad’s 101st  birthday. So I’m going to tell you a story about my dad, a kind of ghost story because it took place at his death. On May 8, 2008 I got a call at 2 am...