Barbara Bush and Ima Hogg: Two Texas Matriarchs, One Common Vision


Miss Barbara Bush = Miss Ima Hogg = Two Texas matriarchs and kindred spirits with one common goal, purpose and vision.

Miss Ima was a very influential Texas philanthropist and was, among many other things, an arts magnate, one of its fiercest advocates and most prolific patrons of the 20th century. She was an early champion of racial equality and believed that one of the ways it could be achieved was through equal access to and immersion in the arts, and was the architect of programs for children of color to achieve that very end, programs that would serve as a model for others like it for years to come.

She was also a passionate voice for mental health, especially in children, and as you may have guessed, was an architect for programs and institutions to bring about its end. As it happens, she was the founder of Mental Health America, one of the oldest and largest mental health advocacy organizations in the country, and certainly in the state and my city (Houston). It is the first mental health advocacy organization I have partnered with, and the one with which I remain the most intimately connected.

As most of us perhaps already know, Miss Barbara was a perennial champion of literacy, especially child literacy. Perhaps her most salient and tangible legacy is her literacy foundation, with chapters all over the country, and the “flagship” chapter in Houston. Like Miss Irma, she was a firm adherent of the philosophy that literacy and equal access to books and other forms of reading material was the key to fomenting positive social/economic change, leading to the achievement of true and lasting social equality.

Both women are true American heroines, shining embodiments of a lifetime dedication to serving humanity, whose respective life’s purposes were informed very early on by an unbridled appreciation for reading, writing and the arts, the very human elements indispensable to the construction, management and furthering of any civilized and progressive society, and I am personally thankful and deeply indebted to them for their universe-altering and universe-expanding quest for profound social change, the microcosmic counterparts of which having demonstrated their precious fruits and gifts in my own life many times over, enriching it beyond all expectation. God bless them both, and while I am reasonably certain that they have crossed paths in life in some capacity or context, I am positive they are back together, leading the collective collaboration to continue advancing some of the noblest aspects and aptitudes of the human spirit, wherever they are.


For Barbara: Martin Luther King reflecting on my favorite poem, “For Whom the Bell Tolls” (No Man is an Island). by John Donne

For Ima: “Heroic” Polonaise befitting her consummate heroism from my favorite composer, F Chopin, and played by my favorite pianist, Evgeny Kissin


If we go all the way to the end…


If we go all the way to the end,
Where will all our beginnings lie?
If your piecemeal heart ceases to rend,
Where will all your tears go to dry?

If nothingness is war,
Will our presence conjure peace?
As glistening bodies wash ashore
Will our darkened conscience surcease?

Curse the wayward shadow, bruised and inconstant light!
Nebulous footsteps that seek terrain.
Absorb my gaze, until the taste of night,
And remember me, use me, in vain.

Art: Kristina Valic

Silence, and magic will obtain…


Silence, and magic will obtain
In small steps.
A handful of light
Is the cure for the abyss of a hollow spirit.

Finely-crafted footsteps intermingle with
Subtle twitches of the eye
Refusing blindness.
Doubt is a jaded bird with unleavened wings

That flies within range of the vengeful and the ravaged.
How may pieces remain
Of the original pulchritude forlorn,
The smiles that once incited growth through

Tenderness and restraint?
The beloved writhes and and begins to glow
Like incinerated dust,
Its flowers turned into themselves in shame.

Glory will be had
In the past,
When the fog was new,
And it hugged you timidly.

Art: “A Cornfield by Moonlight with the Evening Star”
Samuel Palmer

In love with weightlessness and shadow…


In love with weightlessness and shadow.
Figured with nothingness and unmolded light.
Dreamt once, but never fully conformed
Unto this world or the previous.

Sing tonight, or rest among the giants
Of solemn defiance,
And know thy specter within my dying glance,
Infinite to naught, porous in every direction,

Seeping blindly out of captivity.

Art: “Pisces”
Oksana Zhelisko