Winter

Arranging

There is a certain artistic expression that I accomplish from time to time. An eclectic arrangement of art on the wall, a combination of patterns and textures piled on a chair, sometimes an outfit, or something I write. When it happens organically, without any outside influence; that’s when I can feel myself tapping into the… Continue reading Arranging

Winter

Living In America

Tonight was grocery shopping night. I take country roads to the highway, winding past century farms and the most dilapitated yet darling mobile home park. Everything looks like a Norman Rockwell painting covered in the recent snow. I almost cannot bear the charm when I see children sledding down a pasture hill dotted with black… Continue reading Living In America