Tag Archives: Dwight Hooker

No More Art. Who Am I Kidding?

Dwight’s oldest and dearest friends, Richard and Lois Kozlow, made us comfortable in their home in Birmingham, Michigan. Visiting their home was like going to an art museum. A prolific artist himself, Richard’s art was featured along with an eclectic … Continue reading

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Ray was Right

Ray was Right Our, and by our, I mean Dwight’s and my friend, Ray, was right. I suspect Dwight is smiling at that statement. Ray was rarely right. In fact, when his band played Margaritaville, they changed the lyric from … Continue reading

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Vanity Fair

When Dwight and I were in New York in the early Nineties, we were fortunate to wander into an Annie Leibovitz exhibit. We spent hours inside. Dwight pointed out how she used lighting to create texture. We subscribed to Vanity … Continue reading

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Seeking Understanding

Years ago, before sitting down to a colorful dinner of paella, the same dish Lois Kozlow served at my wedding, Sue’s daughter sang a song she wrote. Woke up this morning with a tear in my eye, So many memories … Continue reading

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Pomegranates and Psychosis

Psychosis and Pomegranates This week, one of the men working on my house, noticed two prints from T. Doskova on the wall. I have three of pieces of Tanya Doskova’s hanging in my home. (Tanya Doskova) Steve admired the pomegranate … Continue reading

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Trigger #2: Bernese Mountain Dogs

Every minute.  Every day. Triggers. The triggers “that drop like trapdoors,” throw me out of my “safe, sane world.”  But, they do not always drop me into a dark desolate place. More often than not, they snowball. Like rolling snow for … Continue reading

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My Jewish Mother — Happy Mother’s Day, Lois!

My Jewish Mother, Happy Mother’s Day I met my Jewish mother in Mexico. She invited Dwight and me to stay with her in San Miguel Allende. Lois and Richard traveled for his work. He was an artist. Somehow, even after … Continue reading

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