It's not that I have so little to say currently, it's that there is so much to say that I haven't been able figure out how to say it.
Today I do want to say that if my mother, Josephine (Jo), were still alive, she would be 103 years old today. Here is a photo of her at age 19 in 1935 at a gathering of family and friends at Little Bird Lake in Minnesota. Her mother died at home in 1936 of cancer. By 1937, her father, her brother, her sister-in-law, and her 3-year-old niece had left Minnesota for a new life in Southern California. Until she was 50 years old, my mother wrote poetry and short stories. She let go of her dream of being a writer in 1966 and turned her creative energy to the visual arts.
