Muse is unpredictable. It comes and goes as it pleases, and you're most unfortunate if it does in the wrong time--comes in the shower, in an ungodly hour, or in the car while you can't stop to pen an idea; then leaves at the precise time your laptop opens to MS Word, once you hold... Continue Reading →
“Pinto” and the arts
My man brought me to Pinto Art Museum one fine Thursday. "It's my birthday gift to you," he said. And he was ready to pay for it all. We've long heard about Pinto, but had not a clue how it looks. He knew I love arts and museum though, so he thought going there in... Continue Reading →