Last night the ‘after dinner walk’ wound up at the outdoor café. It is a summertime place where all generations meet. They stay up late playing games, dancing, gossiping. It’s a beautiful thing to see,…

The vibe shifted today. We are all on the same page now. The old tree was shaken up, and the sour apples fell off. There is nothing luxurious about this place. The beds are hard,…

We knew it was bound to happen. Four weeks (it has only been one) in an old convent with 12 women. Eventually background, personalities, and hormones will get in the way. It is suppose to…

I want to speak Italian. I have for as long as I can remember. My grandmother spoke it well, and often. I was young when she died but to me all of the sounds are…

The Advil PM and the bottle of wine were very effective. I woke yesterday well rested and in time for breakfast. “OK” I thought, “I’ll survive the nunnery cubical.” As a resident artist I have…

My first night in the convent.  I always knew I didn’t belong in one of these! If you are devoted to a life of silence then it works, because every step you take, every fart you…

The Riddler… my studio mate for the next four weeks. I’ll keep him there to remind me to loosen up and not take it too seriously. I love my studio – it was a mess…

I have arrived, and it is beautiful. Smooth traveling brought me to Rome.  I sat next to a vibrant 17-year-old boy on the plane. He was traveling to Italy for a family wedding at the beach.…

WOW, thanks for all the posts. Everyone of them made me smile!~  My mother used to tell me “you like the sound of your own voice.”  I think it was an attempt to silence me.  I’m sure it…

Life is short.  We hear it all the time.  When we’re young we think it’s only short for old people.  Then we get older and don’t always realize that the rule now applies to us.  When we’re young we…