|Hope he likes mud and fur flavor.|
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
How does one make sense of the world when things like this happen? Once again, the lives of small, innocent children are suddenly gone and families are destroyed, just days before a major holiday. My heart breaks for them as I try to imagine just how much anguish they must feel. Only a few days before, happy plans for family gatherings and feasts were in the works. And then a reckless school bus driver speeds and violently crashes, cleaving the bus in two against a tree and taking the lives of at least five beautiful children (update: six). The madness of it all.
This Thanksgiving, there will be an extra heaping of gratitude on my plate for my family and the friends whom I cherish. There will be no talk of politics or things that divide. Just love, compassion, and understanding.
I hope you and your family enjoy a wonderful and safe Thanksgiving together.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Friday, May 20, 2016
Have you ever eaten a grub? I haven't, though I suspect I may have eaten silkworm pupae as a toddler. I don't think she should eat her dining companion, no matter how plump and juicy he seems. If she pokes him with her chopsticks, I fear he may just devour her like one of those giant sandworms. Sluuuuurp gnash gnash mmmmmm
This week, my dog got sprayed in the face by a skunk. I'm having a heck of a time getting the smell off his head and out of my car.
Have a pleasant smelling weekend!
Gotta love the octopus!
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
|Myron desperately wanted to tell her where she could "go fish," but he controlled himself.|
A few weeks back, I visited a nearby nature preserve and took part in a small beautification effort. There was a great egret in a clearing we had just made. He stood absolutely still with just his head bobbing ever so slightly. Our guide informed us that he was probably hunting for frogs. I hope this egret doesn't make a meal of one of these guys. Watch out, Stumpy Stan. He's got his eye on you.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
There is enough hate and fear mongering and uncertainty swirling about to make me feel as if I'm drowning in a pool of darkness. I need to remember that there is goodness that far outweighs the bad. There are huge acts of heroism. And there are billions more small acts of kindness, micro-heroism, to remind me that humanity can be beautiful and powerful. And indestructible.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Is this thing on?
If there's anyone out there reading this, thank you for stopping by. It's so good of you to explore even the dustiest corners of the blogosphere.
After a long, long, loooong dry spell, I think I am beginning to feel the tickle of creative inspiration again. It's a tease. It comes and goes.
In my absence, I discovered the most wonderfully charming and deliciously dark animated series called Over the Garden Wall. Perhaps you've seen it? If you haven't, I highly recommend it. I had to applaud when it ended, it was that good. Creator Patrick McHale is incredibly imaginative and a genius storyteller. The artwork is both whimsical and beautiful, and it has a fabulous old-timey feel to it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Thanks again for stopping by.