Monthly Archives: August 2009

To know me is to know that I love words. To know me is to know that I love good writing.  Writing that mourns with those who mourn or shouts hallelujahs to the glorious-ness of life. And to know me … Continue reading →

I got this in an e-mail.  I thought it was interesting — especially interesting in the fact that this wasn’t touted all over news-dom.  Had it been Bush, I’m sure that a video clip like this would be splashed all … Continue reading →

All rock salt and empty paint bucket artists beware.  There’s a new kid on the block showing off.  He’s sharp.  His work is sharp.  Both metaphorically and physically. Gone are the empty buckets of paint hanging from the ceiling.  Thanks … Continue reading →

When I saw this picture posted on my daughter’s blog, I felt I just HAD to post it here. What a sweet granddaughter!!

First it was rock salt. In clear Plexiglas cubes. Spaced on the floor in a grid pattern. That was an art display in our Harris Fine Arts Center here on campus. Everyday as I walked to the organ lab to … Continue reading →