From Ukraine – A Family Photo Taken the Day After Christmas З України – сімейне фото, зроблене наступного дня після Різдва *** I am posting the text of this post also in Ukrainian so that those in Ukraine do not need to spend the very limited time when electricity is available in...
High School Reunions & Those Absent, but Not Truly Gone Series Introduction: For our 45th high school reunion in 2013, we made stand up table displays of our departed classmates. We also solicited written tributes and memories from their friends and classmates, and we displayed the photo...
High School Reunions & Those Absent, but Not Truly Gone – Tribute #1 - Martha – My 6th Grade “Girlfriend” *** For our 45th high school reunion in 2013, we made stand up table displays of our departed classmates. We also solicited written tributes and memories from their friends and...
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...