
My daughter was a teenager. Try as I might, I just didn’t like the music she was listening to in the era. I thought I could and should love whatever (and whoever) my kids loved but as it turned out, … Read More…
My daughter was a teenager. Try as I might, I just didn’t like the music she was listening to in the era. I thought I could and should love whatever (and whoever) my kids loved but as it turned out, … Read More…
Let’s say you’ve got a problem and let’s say you’ve got the hang of astrology or perhaps you consult an astrologer and they isolate some problem or pathology to a specific aspect in your chart. Now what? … Read More…
I read a poem from the 1800’s that challenged me to think. The poem was about a man who loves a woman who does not love him because she can’t love him. She can’t love because it’s herself whom she … Read More…
I watched a documentary on Margot Fonteyn. I love programs about dance or dancers, especially ballet. The show was nearly three hours long. A slow and lasting, feast for the senses. … Read More…
My husband and I teach a class of twenty-three kids, aged ten to twelve. I’d mentioned Saint Micheal. Ultimately I brought both a statue of the saint, along with a picture, similar to the one on this post. I was … Read More…
We had company over the weekend. I was talking to the mother while my husband played guitar with her teenage son. I started telling her stories about psychopaths I have known. Non-murderous psychopaths, in particular. … Read More…
I chose a portrait of Jane Morris for the last post dealing with responsibility. She was born, October 19, 1839. Jane Morris was the model and muse of various artists, including Dante Gabriel Rossetti. She’s the model featured in this … Read More…