Though I was born in 1964, I don’t believe I fully appreciated life until April 16, 2001. That was the morning I awoke in my own bed after spending six days in the hospital. The reasons for this hospital stay could fill a book; suffice it to say that for the first time since 1987,… Read More Moving from small to whole
This last Tuesday, I spent most of the afternoon tidying up my writing-slash-drawing desk because I found it difficult to be creative in such a mess. You could say it was an excuse because in truth, I wasn’t feeling particularly creative on Tuesday. You might also give me a side-eye because – let’s get real… Read More Lessons from my drawing pad
Sifting through my media file, I came across a bunch of photos from a trip we took to Phoenix in mid-March, pre-COVID-19 lockdown. Remember that time? Gosh it was nice. I totally meant to tell you about this trip, hence why the photos were in my media file. Specifically, I meant to tell you about… Read More On Artists, Museums, and not being an a**hole
It wasn’t a resolution of mine, but it just so happens that with the new year I’ve been starting each morning with a bit of drawing and a lot of clarinet practice. As far as the drawing goes, Daughter gave me these cool watercolor markers that are incredibly fun. One end has a brush tip… Read More The reason for my extended absence is simple: I’ve been doodling.
At the convent where I work, there’s a gift shop in the front entrance. I pass by it every morning on my way up to my office. Usually they have one of the Sister’s watercolors on display in the entry. One day it was this one… I rather liked it, so now it’s on… Read More Sister Lillian’s Five Year Plan
I’m working on something that’s not quite up to my typical blogging standards (Read: lazy and haven’t finished it yet), so here’s a quickie. Consider it a footnote to last week’s weather post. There’s a row of maple trees that line the street between the convent where I work and the hospital where I don’t… Read More Weather Post, Part 2
According to my blog’s stat page, I haven’t written squat since Christmas Eve. Is that right? *receives note* Okay, my editor says I shouldn’t openly admit how long it’s been since I last wrote, and… *receives another note* Okay, I’m also not supposed to mention how my editor sends me notes. *receives third note* Oh… Read More Ceiling Theology
I planned on giving you a tour of the museums we visited while in New York, but then I got distracted by this news story in the Daily Mail: “A student who left a pineapple in the middle of an art exhibition as a prank was left shocked after curators put the fruit inside a glass case.”… Read More That’s Art?! And Why That’s a Stupid Thing to Say
Daughter and I went to the art museum last week. You know. To appreciate the finer things in life. As did many other Fine People in Phoenix, including at least one couple who did it while stoned. I’ll tell you about my stoner friends later. First, let’s talk about the museum…
