Gleanings from the heart and hearth. Last night I had a dream about my grandmother. In my dream, a big black orb came up from the woods behind my childhood home and was after me. I think about this dream, and how I was led further and further to a safer place by a person loved that has long passed, by a dog that c.

Friday, November 1, 2013. 3 cups all purpose flour. 2 medium sized zucchinis, grated.

Monday, September 27, 2010. Europe as a whole is like this; a German friend of mine was shocked when I told her how the service frequency duri.

A blog about my photography and photographic adventures. Some Assignments and my new Business Card! February 19, 2010 by Sarah Carr Photography. Feel free to comment and show me some love! I also used this shot for a r.

In Which Panama Al and The Poet Float. When Al and I were kids,. My mom used to take us to the outskirts of town. Where Jean Cocteau taught swimming lessons in his. Of all his pupils, we were. The art of floating involved. It was a prenatal familiarity, Al and I feeling each other. From the womb, and Cocteau catching our mistakes. Floated with our elbows touching.

If we get a boy, we are naming him Spartacus. Little Blog Within a Blog.