Writing in More than One Genre. Before the end of last year, I began to consider writing in a different genre.

Once, long ago, I was invited by a friend to join a choir. The choir was a group of people who sang Russian songs, under the direction of a wonderful old Russian man named Igor. We loved to sing together. Gradually, over some time, we became friends. I found her to be incredibly sophisticated where I was a humble country bumpkin. You see, Deb had attended a presti.

Balancing the Artist and Art Therapist Self. Natasha Shapiro, ATR-BC, LCAT. I made some little environments for these tiny bunny erasers from Target. Natasha Shapiro, ATR-BC, LCAT.

Fun with a dirty coffee pot. April 20, 2015 1 Comment. Can you find the typo? Can you identify the stupid comment? By the way, the coffee is lousy. April 19, 2015 6 Comments.

Rantings and ramblings of a book-loving, coffee-drinking, marathon-running blogger and social studies teacher. or perhaps a street that needs sweeping. Help debug my new feature! .

Devoted to the families and descendants of Baselice, Benevento, Campania, Italy. In a town of approximately 2,000 people, where families have remained in place for dozens of generations, everyone is related somehow. So, I am now go.

Gray Clouds, Clear Skies I am not my depression. Bible verses that have helped me. Books that have helped me. Gray Clouds, Clear Skies. I am not my depression. I wish I had been able to write this last Wednesday. Nothing to do, nothing that I can. To do anything with, and no one.