Wow, the first rays of sunshine in the morning after a week of rain. Oh happy, happy day. Yummy strawberries for breakfast, what could be better? What’s this? A deflated C? What’s up C? Even Morgan’s in a good mood. Oh, Friday
It’s so beautiful here today it makes my heart ache. I’ve been somewhat absent in my own life lately. It’s true! A week of setting myself on autopilot because things have to get done has finally taken a toll
My birthday is in the middle of July which meant I was always out of school and most of my friends were away and so was I, which meant that my party usually was a “mom and me” thing, usually
From garden to garden, from house to house, for years. But each spring I know they will come up and my house, which ever house I'm in, that house feels like home. Thought about and dug up out of my photo
Everything is gray and it’s a bit chilly in the house. I didn’t sleep very well last night and I think the barometric pressure has dropped because I’m feeling a bit headachy. Everyone is out except for the cats
The Folk Magazine Journal entry for this week asks for influence. To write my American story as part of a giant American story, the tapestry of our lives, in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I’m Czech by
Occasionally I’m overcome with fear. Some little demon of despair perches on my left shoulder, drags his fingertips across my heart and utters wicked things like, “You’ll never make anything interesting. This art of yours is nothing but a hobby and
Yesterday we had a visit. Someone came knocking on the kitchen door. The female neighbourhood raccoon came by with her four almost fully grown kits. They came to look in on Morgan. “Look Morgan, one is touching your bowl.” “Look Morgan, one is standing on
The other day I walked thru Victoria Park at dusk. There were lots of people in the park. The beautiful autumn weather is holding and everyone wants to get the best of the west coast before it succumbs to its