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Art and Artist-Assisted Suicide

Posted May 14th, 2013
Art and Artist-Assisted Suicide

There was an interesting piece in The New York Times this morning. Under the headline “An Artwork Turns to Mush, All According to Plan,” William Grimes described sculptor James Grashow’s desire to be the “architect” of his own work’s demise. In December 2006, Grashow’s recently deceased dealer Allan Stone received a couple of elements from…

On the Occasion of My Dear One’s 60th High School Reunion

Posted August 23rd, 2011

As we stepped off the Lantern Queen the air was muggy and dark clouds of an impending storm lined up southwest of Havre de Grace. It had been part two of a double-barrel event: dinner at Bruce Bitner’s Cafe & Grill on Saturday night, brunch and a cruise up the Susquehanna on Sunday. What a…

Knowing What Not To Wear doesn’t mean The Right Things To Wear are available in my size

Posted September 11th, 2009

Physical decay is inevitable. Poor hearing is diminished by the constant whine of tinnitus. Myopia gets more myopic. Bulges expand and gravity pulls them downward. I’ve been test-driving my new “desk specs” and they improve my posture—I no longer hunch forward and bring my nose up to the monitor screen. My ophthalmologist had recommended trifocals…

Lietuva 5: Cuckoos, past and present

Posted May 22nd, 2012
Lietuva 5: Cuckoos, past and present

Yesterday as we walked through Grūtas Park, my Dear One halted and said, “Hear that? The cuckoo?” I listened and heard twitters and warbles and caws, but no cuckoo. “It’s just like a clock—can’t you hear it?” No, I couldn’t. But later on, back at Romove Homestead, I thought I had wandered into a Swiss…

To Knead or Not To Knead

Posted February 20th, 2010

My Dear One decided to bake. I noticed because there were a couple of plastic buckets left over from some construction job in the oven—a sure sign of yeast at work. For whatever reason—cabin fever, a short supply of good rye bread in the freezer, the sudden urge to make up for previous failures–he quietly…

Happy Birthday to Me!

Posted January 9th, 2012
Happy Birthday to Me!

January 5th is the best day to have a birthday and there seemed to be no shortage of warm wishes from the cosmos. 2012 is, I hope, an auspicious moment to enter, along with the Today Show, a seventh decade. My Dear One devised the perfect plan: leave the car in Wilmington and take the…

Based in Batignolles 7: Bienvenue et Adieu

Posted July 1st, 2017
Based in Batignolles 7: Bienvenue et Adieu

Inbound from Charles de Gaulle-Roissy airport, all had gone smoothly until we were in a taxi headed into Paris—at a crawl. The traffic was simply horrific, as bad as anything I have experienced from route 128 outside Boston to any freeway from San Diego to Los Angeles. Our plane arrived at 8:00 am and around…

I Got to See the Ponies

Posted July 17th, 2010
I Got to See the Ponies

I love horses. I always have. I was a typically horse-crazy girl, collecting china figurines, assembling the stable of my dreams on note cards (drawing on one side, statistics on the other), reading everything published by Walter Farley and Marguerite Henry as well as every story featuring a horse I could find. When my Dear…

Next Great Artist 9: Nature Concentrated

Posted August 5th, 2010

Bill Powers led the Final Five into the woods. China Chow, draped in earth-toned cloak, presented them to “Nature herself” and gave instructions to incorporate something they found, something “without a pulse,” into their works. She also mentioned that this task would take down two more artists and leave the three for the Grand Challenge…

Of Time and Family 2: Getting on the Granny Trail

Posted August 28th, 2012
Of Time and Family 2: Getting on the Granny Trail

“Dontchaknow”punctuated her every third or fourth sentence. Granny was fabulous. She was easily moved to laughter, her eyes sparkling and her face a constellation of wrinkles. She made brownies and applesauce. She took us out to lunch at some restaurant between Hingham and Cohasset and bought us as many orders of french-fries as we wanted….