This morning, the dogs woke me at butt o’clock, A.K.A. 4:20AM. I bundled up and took them for a long, slippery walk. It was crisp, dark and slightly foggy. I was moved to take photos because it was just so beautiful outside. I was grateful to my pups who forced me to be out and about in the quiet, without any cars or cares. After I snapped the photos, I put my camera away so I could be fully present for my walk. I tried to extend my freedom from thought or worry about anything in my day to day life. My brain, body and spirit are continuously seeking a breather no matter how brief it may be. Continue reading “Single Working Mom Seeks Understudy”
Tag: Art
Grateful for Art.
And mindful reflection.

And quiet.
And breath.
And tears.
And laughter.
And color.

And sound.
And eyes that see.
And ears that hear.
And the willingness to work through what I cannot see or hear,
yet,
or maybe ever.



Grateful for all that has led me here, right now.
Grateful for you and others on my path who may have caused wounds,
And scabs.
And scars.
And joy.

And grateful for my voice and for yours.

This is my heart.
And this is my art.

And we all have stuff with which to make art.
So grateful.
Loving John After My Break Up with Peter
It’s always been you, John.
Most people know that yesterday was the 38th anniversary of John Lennon’s assassination. If you know anything about me, you are aware that I am much more than just a lifelong fan of John Lennon and his music. I hoped to lose my virginity to John Lennon. Obviously, that didn’t work out as he was assassinated in 1980, but had he lived longer…. Continue reading “Loving John After My Break Up with Peter”
Citizens of Gluttonville want more…
of everything.
or,
Maybe, they don’t, but they’re just programmed to think they do.
Cuticles, clouds & creativity to the core
As I was flat ironing my teenage daughter’s hair before school this morning, she acknowledged the “HUGE” growth on my right cheek. I think her words were, “You’re right, Mom. That zit IS HUGE!” She said it as if surprised that my description (for once), was totally accurate and perhaps, even understated. I have lovingly named my blemish, “Mt. Hellonacheek.” Continue reading “Cuticles, clouds & creativity to the core”
