Drawing In: The Spirit of Assissi
The strong aroma of coffee teases my nostrils as I walk on the cobbled street through the city’s gate. Perched high on a hill, its view of the Umbrian landscape below is no … Keep reading . . .
The strong aroma of coffee teases my nostrils as I walk on the cobbled street through the city’s gate. Perched high on a hill, its view of the Umbrian landscape below is no … Keep reading . . .
Make a quilt!
My Mother is a fine quilter who persists in her craft, even as her eyes fail. She just finished a quilt for Maeve; one which is not meant to … Keep reading . . .
Art saves the world. Art saves me. When Maeve went to college last fall, I knew it would be a time of reckoning and re-shuffling. My priorities were shifted and I … Keep reading . . .