Writing from Seagrove Beach, Florida this Thanksgiving weekend feels like writing from home. I’m staying in the location where I…
It’s been a couple of months since I decided to quit using the themes I’ve used for several years here…
You never paint what you see or think you see. You paint with a thousand vibrations the blow that struck…
I had invited a number of people to my house for a special event, which included lunch. About thirty minutes…
I was in a large house with people in every room. I think I was supposed to be watching a…
I hope you’re not tired of my reflections on Brené Brown’s wonderful book, The Gifts of Imperfection, because I’m still…
I woke up foggy-brained, feeling as though I was treading water in mud. Complex dreams faded, just out of reach,…