“You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don’t live the only life you have, you won’t live some other life, you won’t live any life at all.” James Baldwin There are things I ‘can’t-not-do’ … Scratch a mosquito bite, run back to the parking lot just after entering Costco to make sure I locked the car if I didn’t recall hearing the ‘beep,’ eat only one potato chip, question […]
My freshly cut Christmas tree is sparkling with tiny white lights. Every short needled branch boasts feathery birds, crystalline balls, handmade bird houses, and an odd assortment of miniature teddy bears, bells, and shiny stars collected over a lifetime. It’s gorgeous. Candles and strings of lights illuminate a shelf in our great room and a felted wreath hangs in between winter coats and hats on a clothes rack by the door. In the center of […]
It’s April and it would appear that mother nature is having a meltdown. Where I live in the high desert of the Inland Northwest you can wake up to t-shirt weather: clear, sunny warm skies. Then, without much notice that clear sky becomes overcast bringing rain, sometimes fog and hail. For extra fun big fat flakes of snow could fall. All in one day. Choosing outdoor apparel can be challenging, but never boring. Each year, […]
Over morning coffee my husband Dan and I were having a conversation about art. He asked if he could use some photos of my artwork to enhance his blog, ‘Thoughts.’ Having easy access to images of my paintings from years when I worked as an abstract artist I said, “Of course.” ‘Worked’ is a bit of a stretch. It would be more accurate to say I went delightedly to the canvas when the muse moved […]
I have tried to start this blog for an embarrassingly long time. This attempt will most likely wither on the vine like all the others. While this is not a terribly auspicious beginning I press on in spite of myself. For someone who can’t seem to stop writing, and can’t seem to do anything with it, the guilt adds up over the years along with binders and file folders. I like hard copy. Self reproach […]
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