My mom was certainly a product of the time and the place in which she was raised. But she wasn’t restrained by it. By the 1970’s she was a vocal advocate against racism. Prejudices run deep, but then CAN be overcome.
A new friend recently gifted me with the book, Between Silence and Light: Spirit in the Architecture of Louis I. Kahn, by John Lobell. I vaguely knew about Kahn. He is the subject of the 2003 documentary, My Architect, and he designed the Kimball… Continue Reading “Honor the Material”
As the new year begins, it looks a lot like the year that just ended. Yes, we have a vaccine now for Covid19, but the success of it will take many months to change our current situation. And that is only if everyone gets… Continue Reading “Janus: Looking Forward, Looking Back”
Back in 1996, on a whim, I got braids. I didn’t have any thoughts about what that meant socially or politically. Honestly, it wasn’t part of our national conversation. Or maybe I just wasn’t aware. I was aware of the power of hair, at… Continue Reading “White Girl with Braids”
I never believed in Santa. Never. Really. He was just a story with ancient origins that my parents would share to illustrate how even one person could make a difference by doing something kind. But the Christ Child, he was real. Christmas was all… Continue Reading “Celebrating the Light”
A few days ago, a man yelled at me in the post office. I came home and made myself a drink. My response was not cause and effect per se. My response was simply my present. A mixture of Covid19 and a country unhinged.… Continue Reading “The Paradoxical Present”
As a diversion from current events, I’ve been rereading The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff (ã 1982). I think we could all use a dose of Pooh these days. As well as a spoonful of honey. And a Daoist perspective on living in… Continue Reading “Pooh and Finding the Way Home”