The Broken Coffee Cup - Part 2 – I Did Not Leave My Friends This series continues to be difficult to write, being “professional” but, at the same time now, conveying emotional and spiritually deep burdens and concerns. For now, I am trying to reply to or answer – as best as they can be...
The Broken Coffee Cup - Part 1 – A Year & a Half Since I Withdrew My Membership As a writer, I use my website for many purposes. I write for numerous reasons, on multiple different issues and subjects, and in a variety of genres. And, besides for myself, I write only for one other...
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/12127 Third Daughter – 09/20/21 …and she gazed upon what she had achieved, in her mind, not what she had become, but what she was, reflected back to her in the mirror she stood before, elegant, a woman of style, one with an overwhelming classic pose...
…and for me, art, like writing, is a way of seeing, a developed and infinitely blessed way of life. For here in this photo, there are random yet innately structured fields of color, light yellow, dark brown, and grays punctuated by one small patch of electrical white. And the flesh...
One of Many Ruins of Abbeys …and forever, it seemed, he always felt a touch of melancholy in the late afternoon and early evening, perhaps always regretting the waning of the light, of the golden light of the lowering sun, a fading that reminded his mind and heart over and over, that the day, that...
I Only Wanted to Live I have read many books on the Holocaust, but this book is unique and important in many ways. Written a few years ago entirely by the author, now in his eighties, the book is based on his memories of the Holocaust as a boy between the ages of about seven through...
At times, beauty comes upon us suddenly and without fanfare or warning, and in the moment when beauty is revealed, it is only eyes open and prepared, by whatever means, that will behold or even just glimpse the wondrous revelation, however quick and transitory the images and times of beauty in...
The Red Glazed Ashtray I Made in Kindergarten With the Kindness of Mrs. Goodwin One treasure on the two-drawer chest in the middle, more or less, of my study, is the red glazed ashtray, or what remains of it now, that I made in kindergarten, my only year at Sylmar Elementary School. What has...