Mary's work is...

sublime, delicate yet powerful. Her use of color is sophisticated, and she evokes a mysterious quality in her work that is both emotional and playful. I enjoy looking at Mary’s pieces because they always say so much to me and I never get tired of looking at them.”

— Rima M., artist and art teacher

When I see Mary's art...

I am always reminded that she is a poet ­– curious and observant and open. Whatever she paints, whether flowers, shoes or portraits, she finds their personalities. When her work is abstract or includes words, I am equally moved by her color choices and kind, ironic wit. Her art is never sentimental.”

— Susan G., artist

Mary's art makes...

me feel serene and joyful! A sense of calm comes over me.”

— Julie U., artist

Purple Prompts Hope

Purple Prompts Hope

Every May, I look for the jacaranda trees to bloom. In Southern California, they appear as the weather turns warmer. In years when the weather is unseasonably cool, I have to wait for the purples, which spread across the Southland like wildfires. Homeowners gripe...

Corona Chronicles

Corona Chronicles

Random thoughts (because it’s hard to focus these days): On Easter we watched Andrea Bocelli sing “Amazing Grace” on TV.“You know he’s blind,” I said to my husband.“He’s just looking down at the words,” he replied.“No, he’s blind. He usually wears sunglasses,” I told...

Marooned Blues

Marooned Blues

Most days my husband and I are OK stuck at home together, 24/7. We started isolating ourselves on March 17, just two days before California Gov. Gavin Newsom issued stay-at-home orders. Don and I get along, although we approach things differently. I’m a worrier; he...

A Month of Sundays

A Month of Sundays

This is like retirement on steroids. My husband and I are following Gov. Gavin Newsom’s stay-at-home orders for California that he issued on March 19. Pres. Trump extended social – or physical as some are calling it -- distancing practices through April 30. It will be...

The Cause Continues

The Cause Continues

I was supposed to be at The Ambassador Hotel the night Robert F. Kennedy was shot. Although I had never met the senator, I was a “Kennedy Booster,” one of the high school and college students like those pictured in the film “Bobby.” My group from the San Fernando...