Suprise Me

Grandmothers and their joys and waiting patiently for what will be. Read More

I had a vague familiarity with the digeridoo and some of the paintings. What to expect? Read More

Physical Education, or Gym as we called it, was by far my least favorite class in high school. First of all, we had to wear these horrible gymsuits, one-piece numbers that snapped up the front. They were hideous looking things, as you can see from the Featured Image. No girl looked good in them, no… Read More

This is Ophelia’s first song. It’s not the mad one where she hands out flowers and says that all will be well. I knew that nothing would be well. Read More

I was ready to go on my own, with my office in my apartment--my studio apartment. Read More

I come from a long line of family photographers. I love my family history and the information that is embedded in these old photos. I am fortunate to have some dating back many generations. I like to keep the tradition alive. The photo below is the oldest photo in my collection. It is undated, but… Read More

Turning sixteen was a coming-of-age ritual.  Not a sweet sixteen party—getting a driver’s license!  Having wheels in mid-twentieth century US meant mobility, freedom, unsupervised hanging out with friends, romance. Read More

What a bizarre intersection of a vacation from hell with a pandemic-stricken ship. Read More

Being a somewhat sickly kid, I had been out with the flu the day my class took the Iowa Achievement Test in 4th grade, so on February 20, 1962, along with all the others from my Detroit elementary school who had missed that test, I sat in the small, upstairs art room all afternoon taking… Read More

Please note that the word "justice" never appears in this broadside. Read More