The Burrow

I've told the story .  The cards are for sale here.   This post is for the kids, those wonderful, profoundly sensitive artists who took single-use film cameras and captured their hopes for America.   Local businesses underwrote the project, the school provided the budding photo-journalists, and a project was born.  Linda Solomon and her fabulous jewelry brought camera crews in her wake; the photographers were happy to wear their clip on microphones and look at the interviewer while the cameras recorded their words.  " I'm going to be on Channel 13 at 10 o'clock, Mom!!!!!!!" I'm telling you, denizens, it doesn't get any better than this. The artists were stylin' and a little bit too hot, what with wanting to wear all the cool new t-shirts  which were being thrown their way  There wasn't much speechifying, but what there was was listened to attentively.  These are very well behaved students and families. But mostly it was about...

The Pictures of Hope greeting cards are here!   The artists were presented with their personal copies at a Reception yesterday afternoon.  They were quite pleased with the results.  The photos and description of the event will be here tomorrow.  For now, I'm reprinting the original post about this project.  It garnered more comments than most any other one I've written; Juan is aware of your proposals of marriage ladies, and he blushes in response. I don't think you'll mind revisiting the scene with me.  I was struck by the fact that when this was written I was couch-bound and relatively helpless.  Juan's at the end of 4th grade now, with A's and B's and one C.... in reading.... because it's not fun and hard. Oh, kiddo, you probably shouldn't have told me that.  I'm compiling a list of books for us to enjoy this summer. For now, as you are thinking of what I could use to tempt him, take this trip back to February.  If you want to buy the ...

I've been hugged by POTUS and FLOTUS.  I've chatted about New Jersey with Brian Williams.  The Director of the FBI sent me a hand written "glad you're out of the hospital" note.  Strangers, visitors from Minnesota and Montana, shake my hand and wish me well in restaurants.  I've received crocheted comfort shawls and a Native American healing blanket and a hand-made quilt. Each and every one of those things has been wonderful and has filled my heart with love and joy.  But yesterday afternoon I was in the presence of a superstar, and I'm still aglow.  Listen....... Linda Solomon is an author and a photo-journalist.  She called the house ten days ago and charmed TBG with her enthusiasm and compassion.  He thought I'd be interested in her project, and passed the handset to my outstretched arm.  That was the only part of me which was out; the rest was snuggled under the aforementioned quilt, trying to avoid thinking about what had happened t...