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  • This Is 55

    After My First Mountain  There is nothing to do except brace myself.  It’s so cold.  I’m so sick of this wind.  It isn’t just blowing—it howls, whistles, whooshes, then slaps the side of the… Read more

  • A Monday in June

    “Peppa and George are fast asleep”, I hear from the kitchen T.V. 7:29 AM Monday morning mid-June. Fiona is on break this week, no school. Jack has a stuffy nose… Read more

  • Everything Dies Anyhow

    I still feel there is hope. My sandwich tells me this, my glass of chardonnay, 2:20 PM on a Friday afternoon in June. Babysitter day, house to myself, paranoid they… Read more

  • Studio Time Thursday, beginning of Non-ish naptime paintings(because you still get the suprise naps)

    Studio called, helped me, cupped me, marked me. Studio welcomed me back, still work on New Work for my Fall show and possible inclusion on my new website and book.… Read more

  • The beginning of No Nap Days

    Maybe I should work in my studio first. Jack and Fiona are in their room, not taking a nap. This is my official first post of my new work, I… Read more

  • Sounds of Sunday

    Daisies; So many green stems, yellow and white flowers, crows and hawks talking to each other. Children’s voices in the distance. Jack wants to watch a show. Alan wants us… Read more

  • Do You Know Me Yet?

    Drinking Sake from the bottle,( I snuck it out of the new Japanese kind of fast food and Udon Noodle restaurant in San Rafael. ) Alan’s down stairs playing with… Read more

  • METH MEMORIES

    (I like these as short pieces)   Wanted to get emancipated when I was 16 years old.  broke into my neighbor’s house more than once. First time I climbed over… Read more

  • To Nap Time Paintings and Nap Time Notebooks, I owe you my life.

    Jacks watching Sponge Bob, it’s such a strange show. Funny and strange. I never watched sponge bob as a kid. I went into my studio to paint today. I worked… Read more

  • The Fashionista

    I’m watching Jack and Fiona climb on our new deck lounge chairs pretending they are roller coasters. Jack slips off, bumping his head face first on the deck. He cries,… Read more

  • How it was, what its like

    “Time to go for a walk babies, do you want to take Billy for a walk?” I say. We just finished eating pasta for dinner, “This is how we wash… Read more

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