Clouds Above a Ball by Paul Klee, 1928, water color. “The lords of baseball have always ruled that a strike isn’t a strike because it fits neatly into a box; it’s a strike simply because it is called one by an umpire. The very reason an umpire uses...
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“I had heard that Hopestill Mather filled her leisure time with none of the mild artistic enterprises commonly undertaken by young ladies who had been “out” for some time, the water colors, the humorous poetry, the informal essays, the sculpturing in plasticine,...
“How could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?” —Plato, The Republic My name is Charlotte Newton, but people call me Charlie. I live in Santa Rosa, California in 1943. You only wish you could go back and live...
“Old trees– How exquisite the white blossom On the gnarled branch! Thickened trunk, erratic shape Battered by winter winds, Bent in the long cold.” —from the poem ‘Old Trees’ by May Sarton Loud red lipstick on older women. (You define...
