“Berthe Morisot has been the least known and least appreciated of the great French Impressionist artists.” That’s the first sentence in the official catalogue from the only solo exhibition of her work in the United States in more than 30 years, before now. The current exhibit called Bethe Morisot: Women Impressionist showing at the Dallas…
The 100 Day Project #100daysofnextsteps
It’s a fun project I started last year, and this year I’m looking forward to doing it again. This time focusing on writing. I write almost every day already in the quiet morning time before my husband and son wake up. I’m pulled to write. It’s not a struggle. It’s how I think and who…
Meanwhile The World Goes On
Mary Oliver, the celebrated poet, died recently on January 17, 2019. Since that day, her words have been running through my mind. She’s famous for so many essential lines, but those aren’t what has captured my imagination, wormed it’s way into my head. Instead, I’m stuck on the routine line that I’d imagine most people pass over… Meanwhile the world goes on.
More Nature, Please!
One of the major reasons I moved to California was the proximity to awe inspiring nature. I love Dallas, but it can’t compete. Whatever you might think of the Bay Area’s politics and Silicon Valley techlust, there’s no arguing with this area’s natural beauty. The last year or so has been calmer, quieter, and spent…
Welcoming Baby George
We welcomed our son, George Romeo Alaniz, to the world and our family on October 6, 2017. He was born at 10:45 pm after almost 24 hours of labor as Bob Dylan’s voice signing, “How does it feel? To be on your own” echoed through the operating room. He weighed 8 lbs. 3 oz. and…
For Love of San Francisco’s Summer Fog
It’s late afternoon in August as I write this, and the fog is rolling in from the Pacific in big billowy swaths. In so many ways, San Francisco isn’t like the rest of the country, but in no way is that more true than our weather. I relish the chill in the air during the summer… So much so that the fog features prominently in my morning writing, and I’ve been struggling to for a couple of summers to put into words exactly what I love about it. This is my love letter to San Francisco’s summer fog.