Most would call it a mess. Most would not understand the underlying explanation. Most would say my kid could do that with his crayons and a brown paper sack.

I call it “Her Dreams are Her RootsThese images are never conjured up without some feeling or idea. Sometimes I worry about how they might be critiqued by my peers. I was asked by a ( Read more... )

How lucky you all are, well those of you who still have the little believers amongst your crowd. Oh how I miss those moments of anticipated expectation that my children had when they themselves were believers ( Read more... )

Most know me as MixinColors. Most know the name bears lots of reasons ( Read more... )

I have often thought about being psychic. Not a strong one but perhaps just a more intuitive person who could read the future and occasionally hear the voices or images of those who have gone before me ( Read more... )

Here I am Miss Susie Sunshine ( Read more... )

As most know I have more than triple the cats that I need in my home but I love them and feed them and clean up after them every single day. MatSuhn has been with me the longest. He is a unique cat. He knows his name and he actually will come to you if called. When he was younger he would play catch and fetch with the little furry toy I had ( Read more... )

I think the medicine is working ( Read more... )

Pancakes are good stuff. Pigs in Blankets are even better. But there is nothing in the world more special than watching a 4 going quickly on 5 determined little boy choose to pour every kind of syrup that IHOP had to offer up on those 5 silver dollar wonders ( Read more... )

Most of the time it always ends up the same. My mother prepares for days with the setting of the tables, figuring the exact amount of giblet gravy to feed the masses. She rules the clan and runs the show. We eat, we visit with Uncles and Aunts, cousins and friends, and then we make a quick exit to repeat the process all over again for another ( Read more... )

I get comments from those who wish for single living. They have their families around them, the kids to cart off to heavens knows where, the husband who insists that his shirts be picked up at the dry cleaners, the volunteer room-mother status during holiday time is taxing. They all look at me and say…I wish I had your life ( Read more... )