It turns out that my local Apple-approved repair shop couldn’t sell me a computer because Apple was “hoarding” their supplies. Even though I ordered three days after my computer died, Apple had an 8-week backlog.
EIGHT weeks…no computer. (more…)
I suspect this question is so deeply personal that it’s like a fingerprint: each of us will respond from the life conditions that have shaped each of us, and shape us still.
There is strong folklore about the value of the suffering artist to her art; that dark times allow for greatness. Personally, I’m not so sure it’s a useful way to look at suffering.
I suspect some of us are (more…)
Words are a big deal.
No matter how many times we chant―sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me―some part of us knows this is not true.
True, they can‘t break bones, but that‘s because words don‘t operate in the physical dimension. Jump into the emotional dimension and it‘s a very different story.
Centuries ago, words were (more…)
My unique mask by artist Carol McIntyre
Working in your studio, writing a novel or a song, arranging a show, outlining your next article, planning your next presentation, getting a gallery meeting, detailing a business plan, making your unique mask, most of this time you are by yourself, yes?
Your natural habitat is Keep On Reading
It’s chilly in my New England writing studio this afternoon, April 10, in the Year of covid-19.
Grey skies, intermittent snowflake-hail showers, tree limbs still bare and bent by the wind. Perhaps it’s time to rev up my fake, gas-fed wood stove, minus the quintessential smell of oak drying in the basket as wood smoke snaked out of the cast-iron door no matter how quickly I tried to shut it.
