The Artist’s Way

The first two days that my back goes out on me. I can’t run. I am asking What? Why? What did I do that was so hard. I have kept a journal of my running and this includes major events or just what I had for dinner the night before. I looked back in my

Lost in Austin

I would, if I could get lost, so that the trip would last longer…..as long as Christopher, Annie and Tom were there. Mother’s day week-end was a memorable occasion. Truthfully, I could have been anywhere, and in this company, I would not care….. The two superstars of Chicago would not let anything less than perfection

Happy Mother’s Day

I started working on this painting when our 30 year old horse died. I knew the day would be coming, but we were unprepared….She was a doll. Thinking back on this Mother’s day, I remembered how much she always wanted to BE a mother…..She was gorgeous in every way, but fragile. Everyone encouraged me to

A Mother’s Day Poem

This was given to me last year, May 9, 2010, by my almost 18 year old son. The Lily Pad: a stepping stone: a brief respite from treacherous waters. The Closed Bud: beautiful but not yet fulfilled: a hint of what’s yet to come. The Carnation: incredible beauty that is not kept but instead given: