Clouds
I was in elementary school one block away from our house on Grand Avenue when I first learned that my mother had a terrible fear of weather, threatening clouds and especially tornadoes. I remember...
View Article…and I call myself an artist?
Day 3 of 31 days of writing, bear with me as I write about my favorite subject…Art. Who am I kidding. O.k. listen, I enjoy the act of painting and love, LOVE to draw, it is a challenge each and every...
View ArticleIt’s SUNDAY!
I Love Sunday. I will refuel today for the rest of the week. I will take all of my last weeks concerns, kneel down with them and release them. I will concentrate this Sunday on my blessings as I send...
View Articlethe art of a moment
Could I describe it? could I paint it? could I transport YOU, with only my brush strokes, into MY painting, that you could feel the air around it, that you could hear and smell and imagine all of the...
View ArticleDepression
‘There is no point in treating a depressed person as if they were just feeling sad, or say There now, hang on, you’ll get over it. Sadness is more or less like a head cold, and with patience, it...
View Articleboxed in
Have you ever had that boxed in, constrained, now way out feeling? Being a parent is hard, being a parent to an adult child with problems is hardest. That frog is me. I am in a position that I do not...
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