There’s no excuse

Anna Mary Robertson (“Grandma”) Moses, “Bennington” (1945), oil on pressed wood, 17 3/4 x 26 in (© 2016 Grandma Moses Properties Co, New York; Bennington Museum, 1986.310)

American painter, Grandma Moses (Anna Mary Robertson Moses), was born on this day in 1860 (died 1961).

She started painting at the age of 78. What’s your excuse? Or mine?

Like I’ve mentioned before, I was in my fifties before I was able to call myself a writer rather than saying I wanted to be a writer.

I don’t know if Grandma Moses ever said she wanted to be a painter. But I figure I’ve got about a twenty year head start on her.

That should give me roughly 20-30 years worth of writing time. I know, I should use it wisely.

I don’t really think I’ll live to be 101 like Grandma Moses. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to.

But, let’s not talk about that right now.

Let’s just get on about the business of today. For me that’s writing, making art…and waiting for a casting director to call or write.

I fear that, once again, it may be Dance 10, Looks 3.

If you know, you know.

I digress.

You may not be called to paint like Grandma Moses, or write like me, but maybe there’s something you always wanted to try. Maybe there’s something you’ve dreamed of doing but you’ve never quite had the courage to go for it.

Maybe this is your time.

That would be now, not when you “get around to it.”

Or, like we were told that summer I spent doing missions on the Navajo reservation in Arizona.

“Don’t wait to do something about missions until you get a round tuit.”

Let’s face it, with hurricanes, and wildfires, and nazis and North Koreans, do we really want to bank on “someday” to do the things we want to be doing? The things we should have been doing all along?

Time doesn’t replenish itself. We don’t get it back.

In other words, don’t wait until you’re 78 to start.

Imma get started again right now.

Well, maybe after my nap…

American author, journalist, speechwriter, and pundit, Peggy Noonan, was born on this day in 1950. She said:

Naps are nature’s way of reminding you that life is nice, like a beautiful swinging hammock strung between birth and infinity.


Irma is barreling through the Caribbean a vengeance. Floridians are preparing and evacuating. What the impact will be on the Carolinas and Virginia we don’t yet know.

Stay informed.

This is not a drill.


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Art and some incomplete thoughts
The Write Side of My Brain
The way I see it, all truth and all things that are good come from God. So anything that displays the truth must, in a sense, be divinely inspired. Even if it shows the dirt and the grime of life.



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