Art
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The Next Chapter
Carrying around an untold story is a bitch. Continue reading
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The Cruelest Month — Part One
“April is the cruelest month,” begins T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Wasteland, regarded as one of the most important poems of the 20th century. That line came to me a couple of times during the past week because of the deaths… Continue reading
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Little Lighthouses
Ever perfunctorily greet and walk past a stranger at 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning who then yells after you, ‘Hey! What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen this morning?” Stunned, I told the stranger about the adult and adolescent… Continue reading
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Silencio Blanco (White Silence)
“They can be gods, idiots, or worms. They are able to nurture children or terrify adults. They survive indefinitely without normal biological aging but also can die and come back to life again and again.” — Eileen Blumenthal They are… Continue reading
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This Little Light
My mother has been on my mind and heart a lot lately. Like me, her favorite season was Fall; a season she did not experience the last decades of her life when she and my father lived in Orlando, Florida.… Continue reading
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Truth Meltdown
“The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the convinced communist, but people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction (i.e. the reality of experience) and the distinction between true and false (i.e. the standards… Continue reading
