I’m usually BEHIND the camera, not in front. After scrolling through a friend’s photos, I groaned at the images of me she captured. Looking pastier than Elmer’s School Glue I decided I needed either a mask or a face-lift. Both had advantages. An inexpensive mask would cover completely. A face-lift would lift out the wrinkles then… Continue reading Making Up With Make Up
“This is a contract between the Artist (consignee) Anita Borgo and KISMET LLC . . .” I signed the contract and just like that I was an artist . . . at least legally. Four months ago I wasn’t an artist in any sense of the word. Writer, yes. Artist, no. Then when planning the rehearsal… Continue reading When One Thing Leads To Another
My line of first graders quietly snaked behind me on our way to the cafeteria. Shepherding a classroom of hungry seven (or so) year olds in an orderly fashion to lunch and subsequent recess was a coup especially if you’re not their REAL teacher, but a substitute. Furthermore, they had just escaped the clutches of the… Continue reading Substitute Teacher Chronicles: Thinking Like A First Grader
The group’s simultaneous audible intake of breath deemed the sight incredible. Was the reaction to a quadruple rainbow after a drenching? Hardly Was the effect from a panoramic vista following an arduous climb? Not at all Was the response to a daring rescue in the midst of a dangerous situation? Negative A table ringed with… Continue reading Pocket These Thoughts
“No photos allowed inside,” the sullen fudge maker cautioned. She returned to her marble slab kneading the chocolate confectionery. Chastened, I wandered out of the sentry’s sight deep into the cluttered souvenir shop. Lake Geneva T-shirts, beach sundries, and boating themed kitchen utensils filled the aisles. The far wall sported an array of inspirational signs.… Continue reading Bantering With Inspirational Signs
