By You know how Life can go from 0 to 60 in fourteen seconds flat? I’m clocking in at 74 with an eye on 90. Before I tell you why, thank you, so very much, for walking through this life with me, for supporting my efforts as writer/photographer/singer/speaker/etc=Artist. I’m still going!
Call Me! It’s California!
T-Mobile thinks I’m in Mexico. Last night, as I arrived at the unexpected gift of two nights in a condo on the beach, my phone pinged. I wondered who might be texting so late and looked to find T-Mobile’s cheerful message: “Welcome to Mexico! Texts are $.50 and calls are
My Mother’s Words to Me, Through Me
The last week or two, a sort of time warp has wrapped every moment in as intense a grief and dark a depression as just after my mother and sister-in-law died a year and two months ago. It’s as though some parts of my mind and body have moved through
The Dream Life
It just hit me. I’m living my dream life. Do I mean everything is perfect? Nope. That I have all I want? Nay. Then how? Well, it has to do with cooking. When people ask me what I “do,” I say, “I’m an Artist.” And then they ask which medium,
Kidnapped! My First Friday Family
So it’s 8:30 on a Friday, and it’s already been a banner night. I was walking along, down my street, happy to be spending an hour with my camera and the light of sunset, and as I waited on a car to cross the street a block from home, the
Miyazaki and Yoga
Today, Hayao Miyazaki announced his retirement. Creator of my favorite movie–Howl’s Moving Castle–and many more well-loved cinematic marvels, we fans mourned his exit…perhaps all hoping he will break out with some unforeseen brilliance for us someday? From Howl’s Moving Castle, I have learned and internalized so much about love and
Dress Like You’re at the Beach
Right now, this minute, I’m sitting at my home-away-from-home coffee shop, in a tank top I got from a friend. This beautiful, blue, perfect-for-Blue-Moon-Day top has…well (am I really going to admit this in public?), has what we gals call a “shelf bra.” Meaning, I am in public, PUBLIC, without
Finally, a Feminist
This is not complete. It is not well-thought-out. Not planned. Not really even edited. But it is me, now. I have more to say on this, but that will come. Love to you all (female and male). 🙂 Jene’
Blue Eyeliner
This morning, the few short hours available for work weighed down on me, hurryhurryhurry coursing through each decision. What to wear today? Same as last night, because it’s warm and this is a gray snowy day. Shower? Nope; do that after running sprints later. Make the rolled-out-of-bed mess of my
