Eileen St. Louis

He Liang rides his home-made suitcase vehicle along a street in Changsha

Boys chant slogans and hold up their mock weapons made from pipes during a military-st...

Phenomenal Woman BY MAYA ANGELOU Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me...

My board at the end of 2013.  The gift of a whole lot of patterned felt No, this is not my Grandmother but Mabel is awesome. This is what happened when I unearthed the surface of my art table.  Goodbye 2013.  Here are the laces I put on my shoes made in Japan bought in Hong Kong on one early morning before catching my plane back to Hainan Island.  They have lasted me almost four years now. Maybe they'll last four more years.