tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990722786629269786.post4099432956142221510..comments2023-08-16T04:56:55.053-07:00Comments on Portrait of the Artist as an Old Man: Why I'm an Artist: A brief History of my MotherJohn Kotulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14493223755268729430noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990722786629269786.post-9337152590091985682021-04-26T10:07:25.830-07:002021-04-26T10:07:25.830-07:00Wonderful stories! Echoes of truth and humanity wo...Wonderful stories! Echoes of truth and humanity woven with words, they delight yet resound the bittersweet plight of mankind.JD1835https://www.blogger.com/profile/13654422753116205244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990722786629269786.post-46577389822676850442010-04-21T04:36:22.211-07:002010-04-21T04:36:22.211-07:00So this made me laugh and cry at the same time and...So this made me laugh and cry at the same time and evoked the memory of Maizie standing in her short shorts and loose scoopneck blouse smoking her ciarette looking out her glass sliding door. She remains one of the icons in my life....I told the credit card story just the other day. No wonder you're so full of stories....Thanks. MariellenAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06668573041298892016noreply@blogger.com