Mikki Brisk

    In the studio where I paint (and continue to learn to paint), there are many other painters. Here’s a brief look at what was going on there last night.   Nemo!     Architecture!     When someone…

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    Ten years ago today, I wrote a song called “One Year After.” It broke my heart to write it, but it had to be done. Writing is like that sometimes.   Today, while I go about the business…

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    This is the beginnings of my newest painting. I wonder what it will be…

    When I can, I head to a local Farmers Market to shop for farmers. I mean food. Yeah, food. That’s what I mean.     Seriously, I love the farmers market. I love the abundance of color and…

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    For all the years we lived in the old house, there was no counter-space for a toaster. So when I wanted toast (which was a few times a week), I would slap that bread beneath the oven’s broiler.…

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    My name is Mikki and I’m a television junkie.   Hello, Mikki.   But here’s the thing: I’ve never seen a single episode of The Real Housewives of anywhere. I’ve never seen Survivor. I don’t watch many of…

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    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…

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      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…

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    I want to share a bit about Balsamic Vinegar.   What? No, I’ve not lost my mind. It’s just that I cook with Balsamico quite a bit, and I’ve learned some lessons.   But first – did you…

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    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…

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