I was alone in my best friend’s room, sitting at the end of her bed, putting on my shoes. My mother was on her way to pick me up after a day of visiting. My friend’s mother’s fiance entered the room and sat beside me on the bed. He was 30-something. I was 13. He grabbed hold of me… Read More #MeToo
I was so looking forward to the days when I could spend my time alternating between travelling and writing at home, free from all the petty annoyances that get in the way. dress: Banana Republic; earrings: Simon Sebbag; necklace: Simon Sebbag; bracelet: Rearden Metal I’ve dedicated the better part of the last two years to… Read More Living the Dream in the Real World
The face in the etching stares directly at the viewer. The light reflected on the subject’s full cheeks gives him an almost childlike look. But the sad eyes, and the lines above them, make him appear older than he is. Rembrandt Leaning on a Stone Wall, a self-portrait etched when the artist was in his… Read More Rembrandt the Etcher at the MFA
The sawyer fed a long board through the water-powered saw. All around the open-air mill blazed the glory of New England in the Fall. The trees were warm water-colors of yellow, orange, green, and a little red. Their reflection dappled even under the old grey wooden covered bridge. Old Sturbridge Village is a living history… Read More Peak Color in Sturbridge Village