by Mary McKSchmidt | Mar 24, 2025 | 2025
My dear friend, so many things are bombarding you, so few over which you have control. If I were there, I’d send the boys down to the man cave, pour each of us a glass of merlot, and usher you into the sunroom to chat. It would be like old times. You do not...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Mar 10, 2025 | 2025
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Feb 24, 2025 | 2025
One night when I was requiredto leave her side at the facility,a hand the soft hue of umbertouched my armand a voice whisperedI’ll keep an eye on herAnd that next morning she greeted mewith arms open wide, just like the motherI remembered and if I had it to do...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Feb 10, 2025 | 2025
In addition to sharing my own art, this year I am reintroducing interviews with Great Lakes artists who focus on nature—its beauty, its fragility, its essential value to all life on this planet. My first interview of 2025 is with legendary environmental lawyer...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Jan 20, 2025 | 2025
Influenced by the nickel bets Mother, Rubin and I have been placing on the scores of NCAA playoff football games, several weeks ago Mother and I began singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” (football . . . baseball . . . no matter) The song was created in 1908, made...
by Mary McKSchmidt | Jan 6, 2025 | 2025
When I thought about how I might describe myself on my new website, I realized I am about the many people throughout my seventy-two years who have given me the confidence to venture into the unfamiliar landscapes of life. Often without saying a word, they...
