Last Words to Our Son. I Miss You, Jon. The Boy from the Neighborhood. Barns and Old Forgotten Things. He Made a Difference for Me. Some thoughts along the way. Silence is not what we want after requestingwe want an answer. The More We Think We Know.

Art, Writing, Jokes, Animals, Videos. The true story of the Chicken Gun.

Dst and a short hiatus. Winter solstice on a new moon. Holidaze in the shower! Holidaze at my art shop! On a full moon. Face on Yellow Crying Red.

No one is smiling anymore, I said, adjusting my collar against the wind. There are carcasses around me, Whose pants are torn, and eyes are bright, Who walk with limps, and heads held high. Silent in their steps, They pass each other.

Nuggets from a Lover of LIFE. This is a CONDO? April 4, 2018 by Margaret L. When we moved from our up north home on fourteen acres nine years ago, into a four room condo in SE Wisconsin, family members and friends were raising eyebrows, rolling eyes, and just generally not quite believing it.

April 17, 2012 in Art. 8230;since I posted something.