Tag Archives: Rockport

No, I can’t teach French

My NYU professor pal and I had a cheerful row about a non-French-speaker who is teaching French at Houston Independent School District’s Energy Institute High School. She says that a good teacher should be able to teach anything. I don’t believe it. Looking convincing is not the same as conveying knowledge.  Art, music and language […]

Just sailing along

The forsythia blooming here is not the obedient, tightly pruned shrub of the suburbs, but the wild, sprawling mess of the shrub in its natural state. Along with spring flowers comes the first flush of license plates from away and visitors strolling along Main Street in Camden. I mentioned this to my pal Mary, who […]

I have a crush on a boatyard

It is still cool enough to chill one’s bones, but one sees hints of spring everywhere. A ladybug sunning on my screen door and yellow willow shoots belie the cold breeze off the water. At Rockport Harbor I was flummoxed by another sign of spring: a crane dropping the fishermen’s dock into the water from the spot where […]

Whimsy and wonder

One of my pals is a children’s librarian. At times she shows me the Caldecott Medal finalists and talks about what makes them great kids’ books. They don’t always get it right—they missed Barbara Cooney’s delightful Miss Rumphius, for example. But they did honor Robert McCloskey and Virginia Lee Burton, and their 2011 pick, A […]

Late for class

There are times when I completely lose the thread. That’s my only excuse for forgetting to tell you about my painting classes in Rockport, which start next Tuesday. These classes will run from 10 AM to 1 PM in my Rockport studio. The session is six weeks long, and the fee is $230. If you’re […]