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Deja Vu X 2 Or What Happens When You are Home With Dogs and You Forget That You Already Blogged This.

It has been one year since my first and last solo writing retreat to Cape Cod. The one that was scheduled for one week.The one that last 36 hours. If you weren't around for the first run, here are the links: http://artjournaler.typepad.com/pomegranatesandpaper/2008/04/retreat-day-one.html http://artjournaler.typepad.com/pomegranatesandpaper/2008/04/day-two.html http://artjournaler.typepad.com/pomegranatesandpaper/2008/04/we-hate-to-inte.html Now, I believe in fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. So my momma didn't raise no fool and I ain't gonna even try to go back by myself No, this time I'm bringing one yellow lab pup to keep me on my toes, a black lab mamma to keep me... Read more →


A Sunny Couch and A Warm Dog

I took today off to acclimate Bella Sera and get her to the vet for a wellness visit. She's a trifle overweight (aren't all new moms??) but otherwise fit. When the breeder described her, she said she was a "lovebug" and we just figured she was a sweet dog. She is, in fact, a sweet dog but now we know what lovebug means and this darling lab is the perfect yin to Cucciolo's yang. While the Cucch is noisy and ever in motion, Bella is quiet and placid and calm; where the Cucch wants to be rough and tumble and... Read more →


1) MAKE PLANS TO FLY TO BUFFALO TO PICK UP GUEST 2) MISS PLANE DUE TO BRIDGE CLOSING BECAUSE OF MAJOR TRAFFIC ACCIDENT 3) CONVINCE HUSBAND TO DRIVE TO BUFFALO EVEN IF IT IS 5:20 ON A FRIDAY NIGHT 4) DRIVE TO SYRACUSE, CRASH FOR THE NIGHT, DRIVE 2 MORE HOURS TO BUFFALO, PICK UP GUEST, DRIVE 6 HOURS HOME. 5) SURPRISE - COMPANY'S HERE! 6) WAIT - HAVE WE MET BEFORE? 7) SOMETHING SMELLS FAMILIAR . . . 8) COULD IT BE - NO, NO WAY - YES?? 9) MOM! SON! IT'S YOU! IT'S REALLY YOU! HUGS AND KISSES... Read more →


Too, too easy these days to feel the weight of all that is wrong with the world. No wonder Spring's winds are so fierce - how much force will it take to blow us clear of disaster? I feel myself getting tripped up by my worries time and time again. I resolve each day to clear my mind and not become ensnared, but they are waiting to catch me when I least expect it. I do know that we cannot control all things. Despite our vigilance, despite even our prayers, events transpire that reel us away from our safe places... Read more →


Not 7:30 p.m. and I am already in bed, eating a sliced chicken on Italian bread toast with mayo sandwich for dinner along with a cup of Earl Grey. Nothing reminds me more of the kitchen I grew up in than eating a chicken sandwich on Italian bread toast. Yum! It was a long work day and I have the cold that Mystery Man brought home on spring break. We finally moved from our year long "temporary" offices into our spanking new permanent offices. It has a fancy lobby and a real cafeteria and it's kind of like we finally... Read more →


Bridge by The Teen This month in Cloth, Paper, Scissors I wrote about The Teen's decision to go to art school and my surprise at my own mixed reaction. While I was thrilled that she was finally taking her talent seriously and wanted to pursue an art education, I also found myself worrying about her future as an artist and whether she'd have the opportunities to earn a living as an artist. I have received some very interesting reactions to this article. Some people have written to me in total support, in a similar quandary either about themselves or their... Read more →


Sometimes life comes at you hard and fast. The days are so full, jam-packed with work, family, getting some rest, and figuring out what meals can be prepared with no food and no time. Oh, and blogging. Anyway. The days speed by, the weeks collapse, months turn over like Catherine Wheels, and before you know it, you don't remember what season it is or why you ever bought an Ipod because you don't have time to sync it let alone listen to it. So wha d'ya do? I don't know. I just know what I do: sneak ten minutes a... Read more →


Dearest 'Nets, Although I've been busy these weeks and posting has been sporadic, and I spent most of the weekend very busy, do not think that I'm not always thinking of you, on the look out for you guys, taking pics, making notes, and mentally framing the scene to present to you. Really. The last few weekends have brought me down to Soho, just one of those weird serendipitous string of weekends when I get to go to Pearl Paints, Kate's Paperie, Sur La Table, and Le Pain Quotidien and eat a lot of bread and jam and drink big... Read more →


A week of thorny problems all tangled up in blue. Hard surfaces just reflect my own worries and I am snagged in a knot of unyielding thoughts and dark nights. Will I ever stop tossing and turning my anxieties until they are all churned up into the hardest slab of greasy depression ever unwrapped? But the sun is out today and it is going to be in the 50's and some pooch time and ocean time will clear away the sticky cobwebs and the iron band between my ears will loosen just enough to let me breathe in the smell... Read more →