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I was once talking to someone about my art classes and how important I thought finding the right teacher was. He said: if you want to be a real artist, shouldn’t you get rid of the teacher altogether? Ah. No. The myth that creativity springs fully formed from the [...] Sometimes a combination of what I’m observing around me and what I’m observing in myself ends up synthesizing into a sort of lecture on a loop in my brain. It helps to get these things down in writing and pass them on. Like singing the song stuck in your head to someone else in hopes [...] David-Apollo The gallery where the David-Apollo is being displayed is small, appropriate for the diminutive piece. The museum visitors, a small crowd of retirees, are all pressed closely around the ropes, murmuring to one another about the details of the work, an unfinished statue by Michelangelo. It is mid-morning on a Friday and I [...] 
A couple weeks ago I watched a small controversy unfold among some people at church. Good people of faith stood on either side of the issue. What ought to have been at worst a minor disagreement became extraordinarily heated and nasty, with online discussions escalating far past anything recognizable as Christian. More upsetting to [...] The second time I went to the Emergency Room, I didn’t recognize it. It’s not the closest ER to home, but I chose to return to that one because I wanted to go where I had a sense of familiarity. And so when I walked in on my own two feet rather than being whisked [...] It has been a long time since I have blogged, really blogged. I felt the need to tell this story before I can begin to write again the little stories that usually make up this site and it’s been hard to write. It’s long – though I thought of breaking it up into [...] My nephew: Little Mr B Mr B: Aunt Becky, do you have any kids? Aunt Becky: No. Mr B: Why not? Aunt Becky: Well, because I’m not married. Mr B: Oh. Are you gonna get married? Aunt Becky: I hope so. Mr B: Who are you gonna pick to marry? Aunt [...] Any reader of this blog knows I have more than my share of hobbies and interests. And I’m flattered that many of my friends and acquaintances appreciate the fruits of my creative curiosity. I’m glad to occasionally share what skills I have. Unfortunately quite a few of the requests make me, well, cranky. Because these [...]
I’ve always loved rain – the sound, the feel, the smell. Add thunder and lightening and this weather forecast puts me on the edge of my seat with anticipation. One of these things is not like the others… I recently had one of those coast into the gas station holding my breath because I wasn’t sure I had enough gas left to make it to the pump moments. I’m not in the habit of those and I can’t actually explain what happened this [...] |
 
Becky's bookshelf: read
I was in a bookstore the other day hunting for something to read on writing when I got distracted by the books on reading. I picked this one up, knowing nothing about Nick Hornby beyond his connection to About a Boy. My impressions in no...
I grew up loving to read and hope to pass that on so every year I get books for my nieces and nephews for Christmas. There are twenty of them and as they're getting older I can no longer give only books I've read so each year there are o...
 
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