I remember attending an art installation some years ago in Sydney. The title was something like ‘Little Altars Everywhere’. The artist had arranged everyday items as we might have them in our home, to enjoy small groupings, a bit like in the ‘L’il Mexico’ house we stayed in when we…
And what was not possible all too easily becomes the story of our lives. Indeed, our lived lives might become a protracted mourning for, or…
When our daughter was about twelve years old we had a little retail therapy session while traveling overseas. At that time we frequently still shared a…
Five years ago Don and I visited Granada, Spain to see the Alhambra (so named because of the Arabic name for its reddish walls). Our very first…
My friends, I know you are used to me writing positive things, and certainly that is my preference. I’m not an activist, nor am I…