Very Often our Electricity is Cut Off Дуже часто у нас відключають електрику I received an email with this photo of my friends in the first week of December. Я отримав електронного листа з цією фотографією моїх друзів у перший тиждень грудня. *** I was born and raised in the San Fernando Valley,...
Sorry It Took So Long to Reply to You! Вибачте, що вам знадобилося так багато часу, щоб відповісти! As I sit in my warm, well-lit study and publish this post: Weather - San Fernando Valley – a cold winter evening for us of 45°F. Before we go to bed, I will turn on the heat to take the slight...
Boiled Eggs, Fresh Flowers, Chicken Fat, & An Old Cat Not Pictured Even though I write fiction and nonfiction, I primarily read history - good history that focuses on persons and presents the human element, the pathos, suffering, evil and good, very intimate moments, or just minute details...
Writing In the Shade of Trees, Where it all Began *** On a trip to England in 2010, I began to research, and also sought to see and experience, certain aspects of my mom and her family’s life in London before and during WWII. During my time in London that year, I was staying in Brentford in...
…and for me, art, like writing, is a way of seeing, a developed and infinitely blessed way of life. For here in this photo, there are random yet innately structured fields of color, light yellow, dark brown, and grays punctuated by one small patch of electrical white. And the flesh...
At times, beauty comes upon us suddenly and without fanfare or warning, and in the moment when beauty is revealed, it is only eyes open and prepared, by whatever means, that will behold or even just glimpse the wondrous revelation, however quick and transitory the images and times of beauty in...
A Tale of Two Signs, of Two Minds and Hearts, of Two Paths & Perhaps a Cautionary Tale *** One afternoon some months ago, I took my weekly extended walk, a path of about three and half miles, and as I traveled through my neighborhood and wended my way through the side streets and cul-de-sacs,...
In Mexico City, We Bought Handmade Flowers, One the Color of the Blue and Another of the Yellow of the Ukrainian Flag, and a Third One of Pink, Because it was Pretty, from the Young Woman of the Gentle Smile *** Dinner at the seafood restaurant across the tree-shaded street from our hotel in...