Life Goes On…

One of my most vivid memories of my grandmother — my MomMom — involves her ironing furiously behind me in the family room of my childhood home as I sit staring blankly out the window into the dark with my knees curled up around my body. It is late at night and I am twelve.

Going your own damn way…

This is the story of a 6 year old girl who was the product of a mixed marriage between a staunch Republican father and unflinching Democrat mother.  Let’s call the girl Deirdre. In the weeks leading up to the November 1972 presidential election, Deirdre learned about the importance of voting in Mrs. Anderson’s Kindergarten class

Temporary Problems…Permanent Solution…

Once when I was biking along a greenway in St. Charles, I happened upon a killdeer nest.  Trying to get a better look, I upset the parent birds, one of whom did the oddest thing – it stood in my field of vision and started limping, extending its wing like it was broken in order

The Lop Side of Life…

Look at it.  It’s pathetically lopsided.  There’s a huge crack on one side and it has divot marks all over because I put it in the cooling pot too soon. Don’t even start me on the lack of basic technique and understanding of gravity and the flame.  Today, I’d throw it in the refuse bucket. 

You will get cut. You will get burned.

There’s a lot of pressure in writing one’s first entry in a brand new website.  It sets the tone for everything that follows. Maybe I should start by telling you a little bit about me.  I’ve been pursuing the arts for most of my life in one form or another.  Creativity seems integral to my