After far too many pages of verb tenses, K and I left our study abroad classroom for a late-afternoon lunch in southern Kazakhstan. She was surprised at the sheer size of the margarita, and I was delighted with her expression.
While living in Kazakhstan on a luxurious (!) local librarian’s salary, several generous friends (Penny, Christina, Catalina) paid for me to join them in acrylics classes. The wonderful Gaukhar Iskakova was our teacher, and this was my favorite project: a
I’ve just finished the altered book I started seven years ago, tearing all the boring parts from an old college writing textbook, and adding in collage and color. God’s Grandeur is a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, a Jesuit priest in Britain’s Victorian