My Constant Companion

Saturday, May 16, 2020
My Constant Companion

I’ve been well positioned to weather the weirdness of this retreat into our homes these past few months. I, like many artists, thrive on solitude. I like nothing better than to dig into a project, be it in the studio or in the garage, uninterrupted for hours on end. I savor the freedom to watch what I like, eat what I want and do whatever I damn well please on any given day. Might be why I’ve stayed successfully divorced for thirty years now.
I sing good morning to myself and those ungrateful cats every morning and do a little jig as I pour...

Those Trees

Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Those Trees

Sometimes when I stand at my window and look out at all the trees that surround me, I wish that there were fewer so I could better see the sky. I used to work in a rather nondescript office building who's single redeeming feature were the glorious sunsets we were treated to. They were so amazing that I was sorry to I miss them when the long days of summer took me home before it was dark. Yeah, they were that spectacular.
But recently I see things a bit differently.
I didn’t even think this would be a drawing. I had been struck by the...

Dream State

Sunday, April 19, 2020
Dream State

They say that these days we are all having particularly vivid and sometimes alarming dreams. I read an article about this in National Geographic and won’t begin to attempt to summarize except to say that it’s really a thing and some of it may have to do with lack of stimulation in our lives.
I can attest to being one of these people. The other morning I woke to learn that my subconscious had married my girlfriend off to Burt Reynolds despite her (and her boyfriend’s) dismay and the fact that Burt Reynolds slipped this mortal coil many years...

On Being Resurrected

Saturday, April 11, 2020
On Being Resurrected

There came a day in my life that I had to make a serious life decision. It affected people I loved most dearly and I knew it would hurt them. It was at Easter services while I was in my pretty dress and a hat that my mother had worn on my head that I pondered my life choices.
Funny thing about the Easters of my childhood, we always wore white cotton gloves and we always wore hats. And most Easter mornings were spent franticly looking for a clean pair of gloves that matched and a hat that went with our dresses. My mother wore fine kid gloves,...

Gravitational Pulls

Friday, April 3, 2020
Gravitational Pulls

Tides ebb and flow as the moon orbits the earth. Earth maintains a healthy distance from the sun as the force of gravity tethers it to our all powerful source of light and life. And we too are drawn towards each other by our common humanity. Who can resist that pull less than children? Total strangers one minute, they become fast friends the next.
Ah, but in these days, during this pandemic, we must shut down that natural impulse to be close to one another. We must hide behind our windshields as we pick up our prescriptions or coffee or takeout....

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