I’m taking a beginning art course. I am not much of an artist and this is definitely moving me out of my comfort zone. The other night in class, we were asked to draw a still life. It was of a Styrofoam ball and crumpled paper. The idea was that we cover the drawing pad…
And I like it. My tattoo is a word, of course, because I live with words. In fact most of my decorating is done with words. I have the word “believe” in my foyer. “Happily Ever After” graces a sign by the front door. My kitchen wall has a host of words including John Lennon’s…
I just purchased new pans. Tuesday Morning was having a sale. I did some research, picked them up for a good price, and—hoo boy. Now that I have pans, I MUST cook, right? Or am I once more being caught up in my best intentions? This is a dangerous question for me. I have more visions…
Even though I no longer send my kids off to school, September still feels like the time for new beginnings. This is the time of the year when I start thinking about my goals and my dreams. This is when I roll up my sleeves and jump into a new project, especially since September and…
This week I took in the Monet exhibit at the Kimball Museum in Fort Worth. The show covered Monet’s later years when he was established, wealthy from his art . . . and going out of style. His paintings weren’t selling. The demand was for abstract art. And this exhibit was of one unsold vibrant,…
I value words. I have them all over my house and I do love writing them. This Christmas, two friends have given me new journals and I find myself marveling at the sheer beauty of blank pages. There is so much promise being offered. One journal was purchased on a trip to England. I’m delighted…
So, here is what is happening–August 9, this dog walked in my front door. He is very friendly, didn’t have a collar, and I put him in the back yard, assuming a neighbor lost him and would contact me soon. No contact Yes, I am aware he is a pit bull and I would never,…
Grief is dangerous ground for a writer. We spend too much time in our heads thinking “what if?” All our emotions gather there as well. In fact, as storytellers, emotions are what stirs us on. Except Grief isn’t stirring. Like a metal blanket, its weight smothers our inner light of creativity. So, here is what…
May 18, 2018 What a great date, especially for big changes! The rumors are true. This will be the last RT Booklovers’ Convention. Kathryn Falk will go on to many other things. The woman has a range of interests and big ideas are always percolating away inside her. Tonight, I’ve been asked to speak on…
I heard Alan Alda speak last Saturday night. He was charming and fun. He grew up in Vaudeville and knows how to tell a story. What I wasn’t expecting was a bit of plot development insight. Referring to Aristotle’s observation that a story has “a beginning, a middle, and an end,” he observed that so…