Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci, created in 1503 The Louvre Museum in France "Da Vinci painted one Mona Lisa. Beethoven composed one Fifth Symphony. And God made one version of you." Max Lucado, Christian author There she was - only 30 inches tall by 21 inches wide - staring right at me with her pretty (some say 'mystic') smile. By me, I mean me and about 2800 of my closest friends from around the world who were gazing at Mona Lisa. (That's how many on average go through the Louvre every hour.) Her famous smile has been studied endlessly over the years and songs have been written - does it reflect sadness? Reserved joy? One story reveals that Lisa del Giocondo (the supposed subject) had just lost a child and bore another one, but was reluctant to smile fully as she was full of loss and happiness at the same time. I like that account because it reflects us as women - we undoubtedly have suffered loss in our lives (miscarriage, divorce, loss of l...
"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall." ~F. Scott Fitzgerald, the Great Gatsby August 22nd. I did it. I put up my fall decor in my house. That's right - my house, my rules. Many of you are gasping at the wildly unreasonable ridiculousness of that decision. "Stop rushing summer out! Just enjoy summer!" I hear you but I don't agree. I only endure summer so fall and winter come. "Great Caesar's Ghost!" "What in tarnation?" "Land Sakes Alive!" "Is she pulling my leg?" What prompted such an outlandish action was some yellow leaves on the ground from aspen trees in our yard. I guess the drought is causing them to turn sooner than usual. So I, too, went with that schedule. But to my absolute horror other aspen leaves are just turning brown and crinkling up as a reaction to the drought. No water, no color. I'm taking some pretty wide analogy liberties here, but it did...