Falling into a Marc Chagall mystery–at the thrift shop!
A Walk in Avtar’s Brooklyn
I had no idea Brooklyn, New York, was such a lovely spot. Growing up in southern California, I thought of New York City as an exotic locale of black and white film, bluesy jazz music, glamorous theater, and sophisticated books. I’ve visited many times and always have found something new to love. On our most recent trip, we caught up…
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Appreciating Art–It’s All in the Hands
Appreciating classic art–and the hands.
Art for Art’s Sake–or Someone Else?
I’m just back from a vacation in New England and New York City. Two of those days I spent at the fabulous Metropolitan Museum of Art. I loved it. I also thought parts of it absurd. You know those sections: modern art. Take the painting at the top of the page. What do you see? Do you note a color?…
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The Challenge of a Father in Uniform
Many of us love the sight of a man in uniform. I had no idea how important one would be in my own life, much less that of my children. When my boyfriend said he was going back east to interview with Admiral Rickover about joining the Navy, I told him I would see him in five years. I had…
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Back to Bishop Seabury: in Tears as Usual?
We’ve been in and out of Groton, Connecticut a handful of times since we moved away in 1986. Every visit, though, has been timed around Sunday morning because I wanted to go “home” to the church that succoured me, taught me, and encouraged me through some of the more difficult times of my life. Since leaving Bishop Seabury Episcopal Church to…
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