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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

  • Patience, everything takes time. 

    There’s a bright red stripe along the horizon this morning, the house is quiet, it’s 6:00 am Sunday. It feels good to have some time to write. This week was… Read more

  • If you’re hungry you can have an apple

    “More, more, more” Jack says to me with an empty container  in his hand, the one that had pirates booty in it the day before.  “Are you hungry?”  “More” he… Read more

  • The Day Before Halloween. 

    Two Jack o Lanterns peer at me, their orange hallows glowing and flickering.  The moon low in the sky behind  shining bright yellow. The crickets purr, the sky is clear… Read more

  • Stretching out Time

    I walked outside last night after the babies were in bed, dinner was eaten and the kitchen was clean. The sky was dark but clear, The silhouette of the pine… Read more

  • A Whisper

    “Good Morning babies” “Mama, bottle” “Yes, Here’s your bottle” Change diapers, dress in daytime clothes, time to go upstairs for breakfast. This way and that way, they go, separate directions.… Read more

  • How can something be equally beautiful and sad? 

    I sat on the deck yesterday evening watching Jack and Fiona get out their last hoorah before bedtime. As I looked at the hillside, between the small Oak and Bay,… Read more

  • What’s the point?

    Every Couple of weeks I ask myself, “what’s the point?” In painting, in being a parent, in being a human? Yesterday it happened in my studio. I was working on… Read more

  • The street light just turned off, the sky light blue, as I approach my last week in October. 

    The sky is slowly turning from darkness to light blues, a very light mauve, bright fushia at the horizon line, and a scatter of whitish grey textured like curdled milk… Read more

  • I Love You Babies Over and Over Again

    I cradled Jacks wet body in my arms, his head relaxed with a smile, his hair damp on his forehead. I moved him around in the water, swoosh, swoosh. I… Read more

  • We will sit outside waiting for deer, crows, and the moon

    “Mama maaamaa” I hear Jacks sleepy little voice. He’s just waking up from his afternoon nap, I want to make sure he’s had time to adjust. I hear things being… Read more

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