Shelley Singer Shelley Singer, a frequent contributor to this site, is a writer who lives in Maryland.
Fine Art · Lifestyle

The Ant and the Caterpillar: A Summer Photo Essay

By Shelley Singer
I have a moment to share: not a senior moment, to which so many of us are prone, but more like a driveway moment — a term used on National Public Radio to describe a story so compelling it keeps you in your car long after you’ve reached your destination. In this case, though, the radio was off. My husband…
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Lifestyle

Caught in the Act of Joy

By Shelley Singer
Holding fast to a well-deserved and much-derided reputation as a lover of show tunes, I want to share a few minutes of the raw emotion, over-the top-show-biz and pure joy embedded in this little piece of performance art at the Antwerp Central Train Station. Watch it and then we’ll talk. Okay, now that you’ve seen it, don’t you just want…
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Lifestyle

Intersection: Two Lives in a Parking Lot

By Shelley Singer
I watch the full grocery cart as it all but runs away from the dark little bow-legged old woman in the Whole Foods parking lot.  Her low braid dances down her back as she hurtles behind it.  She is rolling it to a car, w-a-a-y over there as indicated  by the broad wave of an arm, the one with the…
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Lifestyle

Shelley Singer: My Life in Five Pictures

By Shelley Singer
Maybe it is for this very moment that I have been cataloguing pictures and watching family movies for most of this decade, writing, fretting, and trying to see clearly and to say what is true. I have hours of DVDs, hundreds of pages of words, and a row of file boxes with year-by-year photographs, love letters, death certificates, sonograms, a…
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General Medical · Lifestyle

Lines: Thoughts on Faces by Matisse and Halsman

By Shelley Singer
by Shelley Singer Beauty is fleeting, or is it? What is beauty if not the splendid, centered gaze of Georgia O’Keeffe at 80?  She doesn’t need the photographer’s approval. She just is. The dewy mademoiselle in Matisse’s lithograph has it all ahead of her; she is merely pretty, a gay little collection of lines waiting to be filled in. I…
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