Rose-Colored Visions in New York City

Keep me honest but let me sing

Manhattan, Georgia O’Keeffe, 1932

I will romanticize anything if you let me. Pile me in a heap on the sidewalk and I can excavate some shard of beauty. It may take time but it will come. This might be appealing, but our strength often mirrors our weakness. Dual sides of one coin. What lifts you up can take you down.

So when I watch tiny, vividly human mom…