Tag Archives: #Trump

Everyday Life: Antidote to Political Poisons

While making dinner — or reflecting excitedly on the importance of making dinner while sipping wine — I began to shape ideas that have been pressing on me during the week.  What had been expected and feared to happen in … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | 5 Comments

Wave if You Love Me

The children shuffle in, although to call them children is a stretch.  Most of them are aged 21 or 22, therefore majority age, therefore adults.  Some are 23 or 24 – there have been interruptions in their schooling, they have … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | 2 Comments

So I’m…..

I’ve always had sly fondness for “so.”  As a social starter, it used to go something like this: “So,” the best friend might say with twinkling eyes, “what happened last night?” The gossip wags, “So…guess I saw together in the … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

The Mafia Dons & Culture

  Florence still feels handworked, like burnished gold, and an astonishment of deeply human masterpieces.  The jewel box is also beset, overrun by tourists, but who can blame them – we dropped in, mother-daughter duo, for a quick day and … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Lost in Celebration

LUFT Fourth of July In the aimless wind,              tree tops luft… Luft!  How brilliantly the poet conjures the circular motion — rudderless! – of old trees shifting, hapless sails billowing. Trapped under a humid … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 1 Comment

January 20, 2017

January 20 Something is happening back in Washington, though we are 40,000 feet above the Mediterranean. We are rising high, the scalloped edge of the Holy Land a mere hem below, through unraveling skeins of clouds, the hush unearthly. It … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 3 Comments

The Strange Way History Stares

History has a sly way of looking at us.  It inhabits another body – a work of art, ancient walls and cobblestones, even a person – and stares, hoping that we’ll notice.  It’s not that history is jealous of the … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

The ART of the HOAX

  “So the secret of the stock market…” my father began.  Was I interested?  I was an introverted, 12-year-old would-be artist, and he a savvy person of the world, small businessman and maverick. Maybe I yawned, but who wouldn’t be … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Comments Off on The ART of the HOAX