• Rediscovering the Impact of Literature: A Journey Through Reading Memories

    I cannot remember the books I’ve read anymore than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me. Ralph Waldo Emerson It’s 6 AM and, I’m looking out the living room window, watching the sun slowly peek around the corner of a brick wall. I am a morning person and this is my…

  • Summer’s Children

    School Grounds I wondered what it would be like to live in a world where it is always June. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island Elementary schools have changed a great deal since I was a student. The school across the avenue from our condo is private, with lush green lawns and ancient trees, surrounded…

  • Inspired Eating

    When you have the best and tastiest ingredients, you can cook very simply and the food will be extraordinary because it tastes like what it is. Alice Waters Here is my guilty secret. I don’t like to cook. When my sons were still at home, I prepared meals seven days a week. Just basic everyday…

  • Perspective

    Existence is like a painting, if you only look at one side of existence, how can you see it all? You cannot. Thus, perspective requires looking at every side. C.A.A. Savastano Today, while looking at one of my favorite John Singer Sargent paintings, I’ve been thinking about a technique I learned in a college drawing…

  • Expectations

    Expect the unexpected. Oscar Wilde A row of Locusts line the avenue in front of our condo. They are quite large and produce a number of bright green leaves every spring. Until this year, when the tree directly in front of our window displayed several bare branches. While all the trees surrounding it showcase an…

  • Days Gone By

    The Past Weeks “He sat quietly for a moment, lost in what was now and forever the past. The scene he described would never be repeated. That overheard sound would never be heard again.” Louise Penny, The Beautiful Mystery My desktop computer died a slow and anguished death. A couple of weeks ago, I realized,…

  • Seasons

    It struck him that the seasons sometimes gain by being brought into the house, just as they gain by being brought into painting, and into poetry. The hand, fastidious and bold which selected and placed – it was that which made the difference. In Nature there is no selection. Willa Cather Tomorrow, I am looking…

  • It’s Complicated

    Serving God is doing good to man, but praying is thought an easier service and therefore more generally chosen. Benjamin Franklin The bookclub I belong to chooses a genre each month instead of a particular book title. In April, we are reading American history. Benjamin Franklin’s biography by Walter Isaacson has been sitting on my…

  • Searching for Truth

    Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake. Wallace Stevens My process for writing my blog post each week is always the same. I approach it as though I were a journalist. On Wednesday, I write a rough draft and the next day I polish it and post it by the Thursday deadline.…