Galveston, oh Galveston, I am so afraid of dying
Before I dry the tears she’s crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun
At Galveston, at Galveston


I have just been awarded a Visiting Scholar Residency by the good people at the University of Texas Institute for Medical Humanities. Two months, October and November, to draft a monograph that documents the Drawing Women’s Cancer project ( since its inception. The good people could not know how much I appreciate their belief in me.

So, an opportunity, on the move once again, and this time toward the sun and a beach where Glen Campbell’s sea birds fly in much warmer air than their contemporaries that fly over the majestic coast of the Gower.