Clothing

Admittedly, I’ve thinned the herd of clothing that used to be in my closet. But still, there are those cherished garments that I may have worn once yet will never wear again that reside sleeve and collar next to my current go-to wardrobe. Enclosed in plastic garment bags are my maternal grandmother’s 1907 . . . → Read More: Clothing

Balance

Finding balance is the hard work of recovery. Right relationships with God and others, healthy choices, attitudes, feelings and behaviors. Easier said than done as the ladies of the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based, residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse know all too well. Invited to create a composition where the . . . → Read More: Balance

Backstory

Ordinarily a story has a beginning, middle and an end. But some stories take decades to unfold, so much so that the beginning sometimes fades into a distant memory. Such is the backstory with our recent decision to relocate from California to North Carolina. One would like to say it began Christmas morning . . . → Read More: Backstory

Done

Done! Not as in under done. Not in as over done. Just plain and simple done. I’m finally done…well almost. I’ve been working on restoring, actually reconstructing a Better Homes & Garden cookbook we received as a wedding present fifty-two years ago today – St Patrick’s Day. Over the years the familiar red . . . → Read More: Done

Dreams

I seldom remember the dreams I have when sleeping. I’m far more in tune with what I call waking dreams, the dreams that enliven my imagination – the I wonder what ifs, the step by step planning of something I hope to create, or the myriad ideas of how to use the arts . . . → Read More: Dreams

Grateful Hearts

Thanksgiving is a season of gathering gratitude, spreading it feast-fashion around a table to be shared with family and friends…as well as the groaning table of festive foods that takes days to prepare and minutes to consume. It’s one of my favorite meals to cook. And one of my favorites to eat. But . . . → Read More: Grateful Hearts

Nate

One of our grandsons turned eleven on Monday. And there was lots of celebrating to be sure. But we also celebrate another day in mid-June each year – Nate’s Gotcha Day – the day he arrived from Korea in the arms of an escort who accompanied him from his US port of entry . . . → Read More: Nate

Autumn

It’s been all quiet on the Western front for the last couple of weeks. Primarily because we’ve been cruising the St Lawrence Seaway in search of fall colors between Quebec and Boston. With the exception of an occasional flaming tree, there were lots of yellows and oranges, but relatively few reds in the . . . → Read More: Autumn

Shades

In catastrophic thinking it is either perfect or horrible. Things are black or white. There aren’t shades of gray. So we spent some time last week with the women at the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse, helping them learn to paint a gradated gray scale . . . → Read More: Shades

Cinderella

A recent talk I heard entitled Cinderella Revisited inspired last week’s art activity at the Lighthouse, a twelve-month, faith-based residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse. The essence of the message was that Cinderella was dead in the enslaved environment of her life with a wicked step-mother and two ugly sisters . . . → Read More: Cinderella