How Cartoons Taught Me About the Wild World Beyond My Fenced-in Backyard Until I Could Discover the Real Thing.

  In our old house with all of its charming characteristics, unseen openings allow entrance for mice. The first time I noticed pieces of oatmeal in a little trail leading to the door of the attic, I thought “How precious.” I imagined the animated mice Jaq and Gus in Cinderella with their cheek pouches bulging…

Our History is Our Art in the Making  

Look carefully at the photos that follow: What do you kinda see in the first one? Then with a new perspective? Finally, its far-reaching strands? Can we grasp the power of seeing one’s almost completed blueprint in action, one strand connected to another into its ultimate design? I could have missed this tenacious spider’s artwork…

The Art of Picking Blueberries

“You missed one,” Bill says, pointing above my head and a bit over to the left. “No, I didn’t,” I say, squatting low on our patio. “I have a system, an imaginary grid. That way I don’t miss any.” I’m talking about picking blueberries from the five bushes in our container garden. Over the past…

No More Keep Away!

This month I share a God-is-good love story, Bill’s and my story that was in Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dating Game.  Unforgettable! One word out of many to describe this Sunday in July with its sweltering 101 degrees. Imagine me standing outside a friend’s rent house with Matt playing his newly invented game:…