Yesterday, a friend mentioned driving. To another city. More than 15 minutes away. I wondered to myself, “When will I do that?” As I contemplated

Can I say I’ve started doing art again? I was sidetracked there for a while. After my whole wrist smash-up and excitement over using my

Ariella and I were walking along. She was pushing Cecilia in the stroller. I had Peaches on the leash alongside. It was the dog walk/people

okay, so this is what’s happening outside in April and we were, well, not exactly expecting it we had certain feelings you know, yeah, those

and how’re you doin’? when life is going in unexpected directions… When I was in my teens, I spent two years learning to speak Serbo-Croatian

We’re on the swing. The three of us. Feeling – well – kind of tender. Some days are like this. And so we get up

Some of us are busier than ever. Many are not. Many are just hanging. And now, I am lucky beyond lucky to be hanging with

Oh yeah. It’s Monday. Back in your seat. Pencil in hand. You make one mark. You make the next. Then oops. Where’s your eraser, darn

I got this new water color paper. When I went to order more, the store was sold out of the type I’d been using. So