I’m not from Boston. I lived there for a few years, and I loved it so much that I’ve always said I’d move back in a heartbeat. That sentiment hasn’t changed. Whenever there’s a tragedy in the…
Donut Prince – Marriage Counselor
Aside from every single inference imaginable, this photo about says it all. Says what exactly, well… Who knew the Donut Prince was a marriage counselor?
Slowing Down
Life is good, I’m fully aware. I am blessed to be able to work on art, projects, cooking, life. I get to hike in the mountains of southern California. And the weather can’t be beat. I also…
10,000 Skies
I was watching a “60 Minutes” piece last night, about Marfa, Texas. If you didn’t see it, it’s worth checking out. After that segment, I was left with something more than feelings about what was seen. I was…
Sunday at The Masters
I have loved golf since I was a wee lass. My affinity must be innate, as I absolutely was not raised in a house of golf-watchers or players. And though I’ve never so much as held an iron,…
Breakfast in Color
Paint stores. I love them. There’s so much art in those cans, just waiting to happen. Canvas, walls – paint doesn’t care where it’s spread. It only cares that it is. (There’s a life metaphor in there, y’all,…
It’s Not a Competition, It’s an Exhibition
Yesterday I was approached by someone I’ve been introduced to a couple of times. She didn’t remember meeting me at all, and that was fine. What wasn’t fine was her attitude when she looked at me and coarsely…
What the Postman Saw
I’m still stripping floor tiles. Only now I’m doing it while wearing a gas mask, to prevent the inhalation of toxic fumes. (I’m also doing it with the help of knee pads, and everything I thought about knee…
It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad Men World
It’s not always art. Life, I mean. I try. I do. But sometimes the toilet has to be scrubbed. Or the trash has to be taken out. Or one’s toenails have been ignored to the point of…