My stomach lurches at the thought of Melbourne. Last August, I spent 20 fantastic days in Australia. Before I went there, I thought I’d never recover from chronic burnout, but of course, I was wrong. Jason Silva was right: “Beauty can heal.” My sister and brother-in-law did a good job touring me and Papa around... 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 →
