Donna and me at my 50th birthday. When I was 25 and making plans to marry my first husband, my mom asked me to go see a therapist named Donna. She wanted Donna to talk me out of marrying him. I was marrying an alcoholic and my mom was – understandably – pretty... 
Shop Archival Prints It was a bright Saturday morning early in tomato season at Mike and Julie’s garden in San Anselmo. This was just such a nice arrangement of the little tomatoes and their star-shaped sepals. And then – of course – the light! I... 
This painting began the evening before I was to lead a Saturday workshop on painting glass. At the last minute, I wanted something new to work on—something real, not just an exercise. It was early June, around 6 p.m., and I wandered the yard looking for flowers to... 
I worked my way through the hydrangea last night – on to the rose! I need to finish soon! I subscribe to a magazine called “The Intelligent Optimist.” It’s filled with all kinds of good news, that fuels my hope for the future of the planet and humanity. They are... 
My painting on the deck in Tahoe – on my morning of joy. One of my childhood friends was Jeanine, and her dad played John Denver’s music a lot. I’m remembering being in their high-ceilinged living room hearing all those songs – Sunshine on my Shoulders, Thank... 