Autumn

It’s been all quiet on the Western front for the last couple of weeks. Primarily because we’ve been cruising the St Lawrence Seaway in search of fall colors between Quebec and Boston. With the exception of an occasional flaming tree, there were lots of yellows and oranges, but relatively few reds in the . . . → Read More: Autumn

Shades

In catastrophic thinking it is either perfect or horrible. Things are black or white. There aren’t shades of gray. So we spent some time last week with the women at the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse, helping them learn to paint a gradated gray scale . . . → Read More: Shades

Cinderella

A recent talk I heard entitled Cinderella Revisited inspired last week’s art activity at the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse. The essence of the message was that Cinderella was dead in the enslaved environment of her life with a wicked step-mother and two ugly sisters . . . → Read More: Cinderella