Mikki Brisk

    The other night Mister and I watched an amazing documentary made by Wim Wenders. And when I say amazing, I mean amazing, y’all.   The film is called “The Salt of the Earth” and photographer Sebastião Salgado is…

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    I visited a gardening center this weekend and made the rounds. I only needed a little something for an indoor plant, but the way I see it – window shopping at a garden center is a sure-fire way…

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    I recently had a spell during which I was in full limbo. Let me be honest and say I put myself there. I made a mistake – publicly. I apologized and understood there would be consequences. Waiting for…

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    I haven’t checked in with the bees for a while and yesterday when I did, it was not good.   When I first encountered the bees a few years ago, I was so smitten. Their hive seemed healthy,…

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    You may not believe this, but I finally finished reading East of Eden by John Steinbeck.   Perhaps you recall a post from the beginning of February, in which I described the impetus for picking the book up…

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    I was going through some old photographs the other day. And when I say photographs, I mean actual, printed-on-Kodak-paper photographs. Remember those?   Anyhoo – this was taken the night of senior prom. I was 18 years old…

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    Yesterday I was home, tackling some tasks when my head suddenly drooped and I nearly fell asleep. I did not need a nap, and I wasn’t ill. The homestead had simply gotten a little warm.   I’m a…

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    Yesterday I got up early to watch some Wimbledon Tennis and during a commercial break, there was a spot for another competitive “sport” – Cornhole.   I wasn’t sure I’d seen or heard the ad correctly, so Mister…

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    L.A. can be hard. She teases and she tortures. She promises and she robs. She doesn’t always see your worth, and she sure as hell doesn’t always give you what you want.     But every now and…

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      The other night I was talking with a fellow painter, who also happens to be a retired teacher. The conversation began easily enough, with a discussion about art. At some point, I asked her if she draws.…

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