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I was supposed to meet a college friend in the city today, but at the last minute we called it off due to bad weather and the general agreement that it was a stay-at-home kind of day. We'll wait for a spring day when we can wander around the city and catch up. So Mr. Pom and I stopped at a new cafe to have a cappucino and a croissaint. (Meh. Not wild about it.) Then we (me) wanted to hang out in a bookstore, but short of driving into the city, lower Westchester County only has Barnes and Noble... Read more →

This is me leading the Parade for the "Year of Aiming Low". Each day, I log onto Typepad and smile at the variety of comments in reaction to my last post. I have heard from old friends I have not heard from in a very long time; from faithful readers; and from artists who I did not know, but now feel as though I do. . Thank you, thank you, thank you to each and every one of you who took the time to say, "Me, too!" or "I wish you well!". You are each as dear jewels to me.... Read more →

I received a couple of emails in response to my last post from people who felt I was being derisive and that I've lost the "joie de vivre" that my blog and articles used to have. Perhaps its true. Or perhaps I've grown up and out of the innocent first entry into the art world where everything seems possible and nothing is unattainable. Am I cranky? Sure. Stressed? Sure. So are all of you. Let me explain my intent in my last post for those who believe that I am abandoning the "Everything is possible if you put a little... Read more →

A snow-induced 3-day weekend is a thing of beauty: white, soft, silver, with infinite hours to fill. Despite a tempting invitation to get together with old friends, I made the promise to myself and Mr. Pom To Do Nothing. Nothing except put away the china, silver, and crystal from Christmas Eve dinner. Take the leaves out of the dining room table and put away the extra chairs so we can actually walk in the room. Nothing as in take down the tree and put away the decorations. Nothing as in dig out from boxes, wrapping paper, laundry, dog fur, and... Read more →

Tell all the truth but tell it slant - Emily Dickinson We carry yesterday's truths Into the morning of now. With reliance on Dickinson, these are the truths I tell aslant: Faith is A Large Blue Sky. Memories cause the Soul to stand Ajar. Revelry alone will Do. Strength is Artifice over Weakness. Fortune befriends the Bold in friends. Nature does not Knock. Madness is Divinest Sense. Family is capacious. Tradition a Bulwark. Animals are the Things with Feathers. Home is the Headland. Idleness a Tune. Playthings are not to be Abandoned. Children are our Immortality. Love is Anterior to... Read more →