Somewhere in this place is a blue-tooth that I haven't seen in six months.  And somewhere is my I-pod -- it's only been missing a month or so.  And somewhere there are three pictures of my fluffy bunny of doom that friends have drawn for me.  Everyday, I am buried a little bit deeper under that chaos that is my house ( Read more... )

I am getting a cold.  I am fighting it like crazy but I would still rather curl up under my comforter than get up and get done all the stuff that I need to get done.  there's X-mas to shop for, and I really want to sell some of the stuff that I have collected over the years, but I need help with the world of e-bay.  And I need to get my studio set ( Read more... )

     I've been finding myself a little on the world rather than in it of late.  I can't seem to feel truly happy, truly alive.  Mostly lonely and nervous about mundane things like money and my car.  I keep kicking myself for not doing more, but that doesn't seem to make me DO any more.  Am I really just being too hard on myself ( Read more... )

For many years, my favorite "Aunt", Marie, would hold semi-annual jewelry sales at her home for a friend of hers who would buy and/or manufacture pieces in South America and bring them to the states to sell.  For a year or two she offered me a venue to sell my artwork at the same time.  I never sold much, but it meant so much that she believed in ( Read more... )

So I am, as most anyone who knows me, what people call a "Theater Person".  It was my major in college.  I teach it now, when I can.  I go to productions whenever I get tickets.  I read plays, collect musicals, obsess about all things dramatic.  What surprises some is that I got into Theater because I am terminally shy.  Talking to groups, speaking ( Read more... )

--Photograph--
She is a photograph
one frozen moment
    one single pose

black and white in a world of color
an echo in the silence
stillness on the spinning wheel
flat forever in a sea of curve

she is a possession
a piece of art
and I want her to be mine
I love her beyond reason
but, for me, she isn't real

--How Long--
What will I alter to become yours?
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This is my first attempt at writing a children's story, so please be kind.

The Friendly Adventures of Bugga-Boo and Bumble-fluff
How a bunny rabbit and an alligator become friends.
This is Bugga-boo. She lives in a tiny, green-brown swamp right next to a slightly bigger but still small, deep green forest.  She loves riding around on her mother’s back ( Read more... )

I've been remembering happier times,  When the question, "Werewolf or Vampire?" meant which would you rather become rather than who would you rather snog.  How one answers this question, my version not Edward or Jacob, could tell quite a bit about the person doing the answering.  Are you more orderly or animalistic?  Analytical or instinctual? Out ( Read more... )