Some of us are busier than ever. Many are not. Many are just hanging. And now, I am lucky beyond lucky to be hanging with

Oh yeah. It’s Monday. Back in your seat. Pencil in hand. You make one mark. You make the next. Then oops. Where’s your eraser, darn

I got this new water color paper. When I went to order more, the store was sold out of the type I’d been using. So

Lifting the head. Getting it up off the horizontal. Looking around. Yes. It’s all about that isn’t it? Throughout life. You wake up in the

Can you see the figure? So quiet. Resting. What a magical word that is. For the new mother, what you cherish is sleep. For yourself.

Rock-a-by baby. That’s the first impulse. Soothe the small small being. Lulled. The brain gets surges of sweet momentum. And is eased. Then … a

Okay, so life is going along going along going along. Park time, woods walk time, feeding time, that expected routine. Day in day out. Slight

I don’t know why I had to draw this image. Or maybe I do. Maybe I wanted to be the one swinging. Or the one

All smooshed together on the bench. Now… not so much. Unless you’re already smooshed, don’t do it. Right? But we love the smoosh. The flesh