Illustrations worthy of a letter.

I’m not a real stalker.  When I admire an artist’s work, though, sometimes I have to say something.  I’ve been seeing these captivating illustrations in the NEW YORK TIMES on Sunday for several years now.  Today there was such a good one that I decided, “I have to find him.” He didn’t go to Rhode…

Why the “F-bomb” is more popular than “TY”.

Fricative, in phonetics, a consonant sound, such as English f or v, produced by bringing the mouth into position to block the passage of the airstream, but not making complete closure, so that air moving through the mouth generates audible friction. When I was studying Linguistics at UCLA, we learned about ‘fricatives’. Our professor demonstrated how…

Nailed.

I have a few little girls who I’ve known since they were tiny — Lindsay is one of those friends.  She’s the very smart daughter of Chau, my manicurist at Creation Nails.  I always give Lindsay a Christmas present — and this year’s was the same as last — a basketball.  (I know it makes…

Penpal power — future RISD student?

I got a wonderful picture yesterday from my friend David Ferrall.  We worked together way back when, and we’ve stayed in touch despite his move to New York.  His daughter, Cate, is my penpal — and has been for years.  The very first time I met her, I presented some crayons & paper for her…

A great example.

At an Emerson College dinner last night, RAJ SHARMA came up to me and thanked me again for a letter I’d written him several years ago. We’d had dinner together — I remember it well — and had a delightful conversation.  After I got home, I sent him a note thanking him for being a…

Bouquet of blue.

I sent flowers to my Mom for Valentine’s Day. Thanks to cel phones, my nephew IAN McKEE was able to take a shot of it for me — so I can see what the florist created. It’s a great way for the giver to get instant gratification that the gift has landed.  Besides, I can…

“It’s been a week…”

We converged up in Cambria last weekend.  Seven of us, including our teacher Linda Schreyer, who’d set it all up.  I lugged my typewriter — the only one to do that! — and we worked in our rooms, meeting occasionally for feedback, lessons and connection. I hadn’t written Linda a ‘thank you’, so did that…