On Frida Kahlo

“Pinto flores, así no mueren.” “I paint flowers so they will not die.”  August 15th, Mexico City She was ready for her exit from the tides of life, and yet her spirit cried, “¡Viva la vida!” A life replete with color, pain, strength, betrayal. The pictures of her reveal someone enigmatic and joyful, her dark eyesContinue reading “On Frida Kahlo”

Bibliotherapy at the Book Doctor

I need a book, a very specific kind of book, for my ailment. I can’t put my finger on it — perhaps you may help me with a diagnosis and a literary cure. A sinking stomach, glazed eyes which light from one shadow to the next, undiscerning and undecided, a dry mouth taste and lackContinue reading “Bibliotherapy at the Book Doctor”