Squeak Carnwath — A (Female) Painter
Squeak Carnwath’s paintings strike me as consumately female. They muse, they introspect, they meander, they talk (lotsa writing on them) — like most women I know.
The Scottville, Michigan, High School Football Team — 1929
A photo of the Scottville, Michigan, High School Football Team — 1929
A Case of the Human Condition: I’m a Woman with a — Sprawling — Past
The trouble with painting inside your closets is — everything has to come out of them.
And then what do you do with all your beloved stuff?
Shepherd Bliss and Men’s Secrets — No Women Allowed
Men’s No. 1 secret, Shepherd Bliss told me, the one they want to keep from women — and other men — is that they, too, feel powerless. Read more.
GodsBigBlog: OK, What’s God’s Big Blog?
“What is GodsBigBlog?” a reader asks. It’s God’s Big Blog — so named because God is big and humanity’s spiritual paths are many. I’m a religion writer in the tradition of Huston Smith . . .
A Case of the Human Condition: It’s the Fourth of July!
It was the Fourth of July, and the Scottville, Michigan, Clown Band — famous in those parts — was struting its stuff. I got a seat right on the curb . . . .
What to Do With Those Ugly Snapdragons Now That They’re (Almost) Dead?
Those ugly blood-red snapdragons are gone from our front yard. I pulled them out, and my rock garden is the better for it.
A Case of the Human Condition: I Did It — I Offed Those Frightful Snapdragons
I yanked those ugly maroon snapdragons out by the roots. My front yard color scheme has been restored, and all is right with the world.
A Case of the Human Condition: I Want to Kill My Snapdragons
Those maroon snapdragons in my front yard are ugly. But they’re alive. Can I rip them out? Read more.
Early Late Youth Gives Way to Middle Middle Age
When I was twenty, I didn’t want to be thirty. When I was forty, I considered fifty a disaster. And now that I’m sixty-seven I don’t want to even think about sixty-seven, let alone sixty-eight.