Why Not Ready for Prime Time

Why Not Ready for Prime Time

There must be something in all of the stuff I do that would work as a TV show. After all, we have guys who catch crabs, guys who cut down trees, guys who buy junk, guys who work in a pawn shop, a guy on a horse who chases people, and now a guy who uses big power tools...
Happy Feet

Happy Feet

I love socks – crazy colors, mad stripes, mismatched patterns.  Wild socks make my feet happy.  In my bell bottomed youth it was a point of pride for me to be wearing the wildest socks I could find. In those bygone days light weight knee highs in psychedelic...
Thank You Mom

Thank You Mom

Awhile ago I was camped in my recliner, reading the last pages of a favorite book and listening in on a telephone conversation between my husband and his youngest daughter. The familiar flow of their conversation, centering around the unfortunate byproducts of her...
Playing in the Paint

Playing in the Paint

Once a month I convert my sign shop into a play room and host an Art of Being Present play date.  The 12-ft table is covered with dozens of bottles of paint and stacks of slick finger painting paper.  The CD player is set up with an eclectic selection of music picked...
My Skin Doesn’t Fit Anymore

My Skin Doesn’t Fit Anymore

My skin doesn’t fit anymore.  It still does its job, which is to keep my innards in and the outside world out, but there’s a lot more slack in the sack than there used to be.  Other than surgery, there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Things sag. Particularly my...