Lucy Tobias

Everyone is so quiet you can almost hear brush strokes. Inside Linda Blondheim’s small studio, eight artists are squeezed in somehow, easels turned every which way. If we step back to give our mind a rest, we bump into another…

I went to work a few years back at a mid-size newspaper. Like most reporters, I’m a newspaper junkie, reading it every day. Have to, just to keep up. I noticed the editors, not the cop reporter, wrote up any…

Two Canadian geese flew overhead. That was exciting. I stop to take a shot but I’m not fast enough. All I see are their behinds. Lowering the camera, I continue walking down from the high meadow, my running shoes making…

Saturday mornings with Lucy will be on hiatus for two weeks. The next column is due on Friday, May 26 (yes, I know, it is weird, Saturday morning’s column is published on Fridays). As always, your feedback and comments are…

Dear Mom, If I lived nearer to where you are, I’d take this letter to your gravesite. They say that everything people leave at the National Cemetery, letters, mementos, photographs, all get saved. It helps to write, to share emotions.…