Bust of Ceres by Sabin Howard

Art and Representation

Representation My husband Sabin Howard can sculpt. Think Carpeaux, Canova, or Augustus Saint-Gaudens. Think Michelangelo. He says, “Art represents us. How do we want to be represented?” It’s a fair question, and answering it leads me to all the reasons I’m not a post-modernist. Boiling it down, I believe in Read more…

Sabin Howard and Traci Slatton

The Gottman Institute: The Art & Science of Love

The Gottman Institute: The Art & Science of Love My husband and I had a rude and rough couple of years. Sabin was briefly ensconced at the antipodes with people who thought they knew him better after 12 minutes than I did after 18 years, and they brought out his Read more…

My friend’s grandson passed

Today was the memorial service for a dear friend’s infant grandson. There were photographs placed around the room in the funeral home. It was a room for congregating, with neat rows of chairs for the visitors and tissue boxes placed at strategic intervals. Mourning is excruciating anyway, but yoked to Read more…

Sabin Howard and Traci Slatton

Tender Loving Care for a Marriage

Tender Loving Care for a Marriage Sabin and I came to a dark and stormy place in our marriage. That diction belies the fresh and cutting pain of such a place and time. When we both returned to the marriage, we sought help in putting things back together. There are Read more…

Returning to Source and Writing Again

Write again, they are telling me. You must write, Traci.  It’s the new theme: writing again. The past twelve months have been excruciating. I am struggling. It’s been a year of comings and goings from my life; intermittency like a suddenly thrown grenade blew up my peace of mind. It Read more…