Staged Error in Favor of Love and Peace

How could such a perfect ending to the Academy Awards be a mistake?  Surely someone (many) planned this.  La La Land actors and artists stayed on stage and joined success and hands and hugs with Moonlight actors and artists.  It was beautiful ending and combated the ugliness that has been spreading over the country. Good for for everyone involved. Good for us all.

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Victoria and Albert Spoiler (with brownies)

I have been so enchanted by Victoria and Albert, the current series on PBS!  The characters are winning, they’re in love, kind to each other, growing in understanding and responsibility. I was happy tonight, and riding the train with Albert and Peel and then with Victoria, and admiring chocolate and embroidery—all sorts of wonderful sights and thoughts and emotions.  Happy. Then my husband, dear man, who adores the show, too, probably for some of the same reasons I do, said, “Well, when Albert dies . . .”  Spoiler. Spoiled. I felt like crying, though the couple’s first baby isn’t born yet and they’ll have nine.

I’ve been to the Albert and Victoria Museum; I’ve read the history. Death comes to us all, and for Albert that’s likely years in the future. And yet, it came into the living room in the midst of my enjoying this wonderful show.  Fortunately, I baked a double batch of brownies yesterday and will have some now. Miss Skerrett and her suitor Chef  Francatelli would recommend it.

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Closed Caption Censorship

 I’ve been watching television shows with closed caption functions that make whispers audible and allow me to follow programs with no sound. On one television, the caption comes a little before the speech; on the other television, the caption is sometimes in sync with the lips, sometimes afterwards, sometimes skips sentences, frequently misspells or provides a guess word. I don’t believe a person is doing this, but I can’t understand how an electronic program could be.  The most interesting, funny, and somewhat alarming captions reveal a politically correct censorship–inappropriate sequences of letters are removed even when they’re a necessary part of a larger, innocuous word.  “Suspicious,” for example, is spelled like so: suxxxxious. I have always loved the English language (most languages, actually), the mystery and music of them, and the power, of course. Now the caption is a separate language within the one I know. I feel a subliminal instruction along with deconstruction. I’m so interested and amused that I follow the caption more closely than the show.

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About Gary Cadwallader, Artist

This was worth working on–a Missouri Life article about artist Gary Cadwallader .  I’m very pleased to see it in print, and very grateful to Gary for trusting me to write it.


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Another Post on Dreams: Dreaming as a Power Play

I often wake in the morning feeling in possession of a great discovery, a solution to a universal mystery, such as What is God? The answer is always fluttering inches away, and, try as I will, it escapes me.  During the day I get hints of it and spend a few more minutes searching my memory, which, researchers tell us, is tricky at best. (Our memory rewrites our history even as we record it.) No matter what I recall, it isn’t the answer I felt I had. It’s a fragment. Recently I woke believing that the very fragmentation and elusiveness is the answer.  There’s a reason for the rim sleep, where we labor and search to no avail: We can’t locate the classroom until the course is over; we drive to a destination but arrive miles away and have no car; we belong on the upper floor and we have to crawl under the foundation; we discover a beautiful room in a house we’re vacating, so we stay, and the room suddenly loses its luster.  All the dream training, years of sorting through crazy time and maze worlds and glaze tone is a thwarting. Dreams are the mechanism by which we could find, and may eventually find, answers to all the great mysteries.  The thwarting is interference–we’re coded not to know yet.  To a Bible reader, which I have been and am, this is like finding the Tower of Babel in the dream world.

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Little Gift Shop on the Square

Today, avoiding computer work, I visited a new feature at the Johnson County (Missouri) Historical Society: a little gift shop succinctly packed into the space between the Main Museum and the Smiser Heritage Library, and taking half of a tiny north entryway.


Donna Holt in Little Gift Shop on the Square

Three glass countercases, with shelves, and two huge glass wall-cabinets display varied lovely and interesting  items for sale. The Shop is open Monday-Saturday, 1-4.

I bought a porcelain bell handpainted by Annette Scroggs. She’s a neighbor of mine, an artist (watercolor, china- painting, tatting, etc.),       writer, and pianist. She writes shut-ins and servicemen, reads for the blind, sets up displays at fairs and new stores and celebrations, sells cards, and sells short prose pieces. She’s well known and greatly admired. She can out-walk me, too.






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I’m Voting for Hillary, but Speaking Now for Trump

Donald Trump’s statement a decade ago doesn’t offend me any more than similar language in contemporary times. I don’t like certain words used about women or their anatomy whether the words are in print, in movies, from rock stars, actors, friends, colleagues, or family. I protest them. But I’m more afraid of and ashamed of those people who speak the language of propriety, morality and moderation, and behave in contradiction to what they profess and appear to be.  We’ve had them in the White House and in other public offices.  So, while I agree that Trump isn’t qualified by experience or personal nature to be president of the United States, I believe he’s a man who is as he appears, and there’s comfort in that. I know what I’m voting against. As for his attitude toward women, I pay close attention to his daughter, Ivanka.

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