Love is an Alloy

I sometimes think that I’ve won my freedom at the cost of my parents’ broken hearts. I wonder if that’s true for all children who do not follow in their parents’ footsteps. Who choose another path. Pure love is rare. Most of us experience it only in its...

I Grew Up in Disneyland

Growing up in a protective religious community was a lot like living in Disneyland. Everything was clean and shiny and wholesome and orderly. There were many opportunities to develop our talents and perform. We tried very hard to bring a smile to everyone’s face...

Soup Share 2013

Every November my friend Kim holds her annual Soup Share.   It’s a competition.  Each cook enters their signature soup and the rest of us pay $2 per cup to taste them.  We vote for the best of the evening.  The money goes to charity and the winner is awarded the...

Fickle

Fickle: characterized by erratic changeableness or instability, especially with regard to affections or attachments.   (The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language) In a world where religious, political and business leaders have shown themselves to be...

An Intimate Conversation

The following words are not my own.  They came by email from a dear friend and fellow artist after a long lunch together.  When I read them I felt so seen and known that I could have wept with relief.  I am sharing them here because he so perfectly captured a dilemma...