The first time Glitter saw our yellow lab she hissed and charged, thowing all of her 6 pounds (mostly fur) at his quivering 90 pound dog body. My dog is not thrilled about the newcomers and I can’t say I blame him. The two of them are now beginning to tolerate each other but we like… Read more
2015
The only thing slightly more syrupy than kitten stories has to be a story with kids and kittens. Brace yourself for syrup. This week Quinton started helping me to change the blanket in the kittens’ basket by holding the tiny ones in his lap on a blanket. We had thought Glitter might want to roam a… Read more
My friend Lynn won with the most original way of saying it: “You are taking in a teenaged mom!” I am. Here is Glitter. I fell in love with this very young mama cat at a local animal shelter but couldn’t take her home because she had just had kittens who needed to grow up before they could… Read more
This month I had planned to write about fear and then jury duty happened to me. Again. This is not my first jury duty rodeo. Once when I was in my 20s, I got busy with school and did not read the newspapers or talk much with anyone about current events which made me the… Read more
My first two treasures in May came from opening my eyes. On this last day of May, I give you a small treasure I found when a lovely aroma made me look up while I walked for my lunch break. May you find joy with your nose this week-… Read more
My surprise treasure for this week came from driving my mom to and from her cataract surgery. I took a day off about a month ago to help her get a new eye lens surgically implanted. We both hope this will help her see colors again and do her work as an artist better. I had waited at… Read more
Most of the books I’ve read about creativity encourage a daily walk. Apparently this is how many of the greats get (or got) their inspiration, and a recent Stanford study even found a strong correlation between walking and creativity. I usually prefer to run, pound the pavement, and fly along (granted a slow flight because of my rather… Read more
My hands freeze and I start shaking about 30 minutes before a performance. Last weekend this nervous reaction came as I sat quaking at the back of a room filled with my dear friends in a women’s retreat in Port Orchard. My hands felt so stiff and cold I wondered if they would be able to move across… Read more