This is the beginnings of my newest painting. I wonder what it will be…
It Was a Hot August Night…
Sometimes you’ve got to do something just because. It may seem dorky. It may cause eyes to roll. But there are just things that one must do in life. Things that one may only get the opportunity to…
The Smoke House
It’s been around since 1946. Clooney named his production company after it. Meat is served. And Mister and I walked there the other night. We drank. We ate. We drank a little more. Then we walked…
So Long, Ol’ Paint
This is my white, summer bag. Or rather, it has been my white, summer bag. For several years now, I’ve pulled this bag out around Memorial Day and carried it all summer. Come Labor Day weekend, I…
Going Nowhere
This holiday weekend is a chance for Mister and me to do nothing. To go nowhere. To just be still. We’re this close to being fully-recovered from moving. All we need now is some quiet time. Maybe…
“Heartbreak Hotel” and Something Completely Different
I’m up to the seventh track on Love & Honesty. And that song is “Heartbreak Hotel.” Yes, this is that “Heartbreak Hotel.” No, it sounds nothing like his version. My version is haunting. Slow. It is, I…