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depending on what we call home…. The old carol says “I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.” I am home for Christmas. I’m usually home for Christmas these days, but that wasn’t always the case. And what I called “home” wasn’t always easy to define. Especially during my globe-circling years. But home…
not necessarily “carols” I know a thing or two about Christmas carols. I am one, after all. “Carol” originally meant “joyful song,” and also was originally a “circle dance.” I learned the dance part from an historical novel, because they kept referring to the heroine being asked to “dance to the carols.” I thought that…
My husband doesn’t think in images, or if he does, they involve engineering diagrams. Right now I am painting a Christmas gift for him, a large canvas of a river cabin that he’s seen on the Combahee. It’s an iconic Lowcountry image, the river cabin with a porch out over the water. Like the long…
ART and IDEAS 