We have made it, the boy is grown. Smart and responsible, his brain stuck on the logical but wrestling constantly with the human condition. He is a deep thinker, deeper than I know, too quiet to share. He has intuitive vision, sees things that others miss,… Read full post »

All of my babysitters were dancers. Carol, Kathy and Sandy, all sisters, and Wendy, the girl with the long straight black hair; we often danced and cartwheeled about the house, collapsing in heaps of giggles. We wore black scoop neck leotards over pink tights,… Read full post »

The sorrel foal came into the world looking skeletal, totally famished from his journey. His dam, a 15 year old Thoroughbred brood mare, lay exhausted in the straw.

  At day 1, too tall to walk under his dam!

  Here we are… Read full post »

Sugar and spice and everything nice - that's what little girls are made of... Snips and snails and puppy dog tails - that's what little boys are made of.

I am blessed to have a one of each, my girl, a girlie girl in many ways, cooks, knits… Read full post »

 The flower unfolds

 Irises are up

 Clematis

No clue

 The family dog Max

  My niece and two nephews. Personalities exposed!

My son on the… Read full post »

My Mom was a dance teacher for 27 years and I love the Nut Cracker Ballet.  The following songs bring back vivid memories of sequins and tulle.

The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy is my fav but I also love the Russian Dance, Arabian Dance (watch this one, wonderful… Read full post »

  Antonio CANOVA (1757 – 1822)
Two intertwined bodies for Hylas and a Nymph?
Red chalk on paper
Eb 105.1116
Bassano del Grappa, Museo Civico

By design

 Breath and bodies intertwine

Time and space just

Slip away while

Essence of taste is… Read full post »

life as a journey into there

bouncing off the gosh darn walls

stumbling blindly

maybe finding

somewhere new

fumble for the light

still to see what lay beyond

am i heading in or out?… Read full post »

Horse love.

Deep down and much more than an infatuation, starts in the DNA I think.

The rangy quarter horse stood there, his ears up, left one notched from an injury as a yearling. "Nearly ripped his ear in half" said his owner Fay Lynn. I can… Read full post »

the shoes

the road

the lungs expand

burning

cleansing

thoughts purged 

another hill

blood pounding

muscles screaming

the path ahead

wind at my back

the sweat pours

from every pore

pony tail 

keeps rhythm… Read full post »

A photo journal of my walk today.

 Max                                              

 … Read full post »

The house is familar. I've been here before- comfortable in the odd setting.

I can almost picture the outside in my mind but it evades me at the same time.  An odd cul-de-sac, the house with it's tudor roof style, at once interesting yet strangely haunting.  Inside, dark wood, old, at… Read full post »

A little known video on the history of belly dancing.

My mom, a young 81, has dealt with a blood disease for several years.  Thrombocthemia was her diagnosis and Hydrea was the prescribed medication.   Her platelet count was close to 1,000,000 when first diagnosed. 

Over the years, the Hydrea controlled the symptoms, but Hydrea has… Read full post »

My story begins the fall of 1998 when I return to the workforce after taking a year off to spend time with my young family.  I needed to file for divorce and had to get a job.  It took all of 2 weeks to find a good paying job as a… Read full post »