Bonni Brodnick Blog

 October 29 is World Stroke Day . As a proud ambassador for the American Heart Association and one of nine selected to be a New York City "Go RED for Women" Class of Survivors, I invite you to read: "World Stroke Day: Two Women Reclaiming Their Lives After Stroke" A stroke can happen to anyone, at any age. In the article, Annie Reardon and I tell our stories to illustrate the unexpected nature of stroke, and the resilience that can be found in one's recovery.

When I was in Pasadena, CA, a friend recommended we visit the Norton Simon Museum. Inside, you'll find collections ranging from 14th-century European art to American Modern art. There was a plentitude of Degas paintings, sculptures, and maquettes of small ballerinas that eventually became sculptures. You'll also find works of Renoir, Gauguin, Cezanne, Old Masters (such as Rembrandt), Impressionists, Modern, Indian, and Southwest Asian art.  Outside the museum was this extraordinary landscape. It had just rained. Aren't the colors magnificent? The pink against the greens against the mountains under the stormy grey clouds. I love it.

BKB and Artistic Director Alan Roberts at the LMSP&D studio  When I was in Aix-en-Provence this summer visiting the Leo Marchutz School of Painting & Drawing, my alma mater, I was honored to be asked to write the "Alumni Spotlight" for the September newsletter.   Here is the link to my piece, "The Merging of Paint & Paragraphs." Also have it below. Enjoy! The Merging of Paint & Paragraphs I was in Aix-en-Provence last summer, and a visit to see Alan Roberts and the school was a must. For years I had shared stories of my time in France with my husband, and I was eager for him to learn about this period that shaped my life. Incredibly, it had been 50 years (5-0!!) since I stepped across the Leo Marchutz School of Painting & Drawing threshold. To my overwhelming joy, I found the school thriving! In this magical atelier, buzzing with creativity, was also an aura of calm as the students focused on still life renderings. I remember lectures about Leo M...

  I was a total rube when I started my first job as an editorial assistant at Glamour . For one thing. I talked too loud on the phone. My editor taught me how to sound more grown-up (i.e., sophisticated). I was fresh out of school in New England and lived on Martha's Vineyard for a few months after my summer job ended. "You want to speak softly and lower your voice," she said. "Like this:  'Hulllloooo, you've reached Glamour magazine. How may we help you?" After two years, I became an assistant beauty and health writer. Frankly, I was getting tired of telling women what diet they should follow. A new products column dictated what lipstick to wear, and if they wore the color I mentioned in the past few issues, these H&G readers were pathetically passé. But the real reason I left Condé Nast Publications to become a press agent at ICPR was that a close colleague in Glamour editorial invited me. She had left Condé Nast a few months earlier for the oth...

  One of the most memorable parts of our trip to France this summer was the day Andrew and I visited Chantal at the senior residence in Aix-en-Provence where she lived. She was 94 years old and as lovely as ever. As Chantal and I spoke in French, I looked into her eyes and saw the sparkle of her younger days, when we lived at Domaine de Valcros, the Provençal manor where she hosted students on the third floor. Chantal always wore a skirt and blouse, and toujours, toujours Chamade, the wonderful Guerlain perfume. As it turns out, we were among the last to see her. Chantal died two weeks later. These photos were taken when I revisited in the 1980s. Chantal's son Thibault stated it perfectly: "Maman était vraiment l'amour, la joie, bonne humeur, l'attention et l'écoute des autres." (Translation: "Mom was really love, joy, good humor, caring, and attentive to others.") Rest in eternal peace, dear Chantal de Kernanois. 

While attending The Leo Marchutz School of Painting and Drawing (see "The Leo Marchuz School: A Visit to My Alma Mater" , July 22, 2026), I was fortunate to live in this historical and elegant 18th-century Aix-en-Provence manor called Domaine de Valcros. Set in a pastoral landscape, one could hear nightingales trill at night and the hollow bells from a gaggle of goats passing during the day. Since it was the "south of France," I thought it would be balmy all year. WRONG. I froze my ass off that winter. The floors were tiled, and the bedrooms had a measly heater in the corner.  We lived in the servants' quarters, accessed via a circular stairway at the back of the manor, or bastide , which is French for a country house in Provence. There were three young French men who attended the University of Aix, and three American girls: my sister Pamela Kogen (now an acclaimed San Francisco artist), Lynn (from Seattle), and me.   The proprietaire (our landlord) was Chantal ...