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My grandma could do not wrong… I called her Mimi but have no idea where that came from. When I took my first Communion they drove down from Grass Valley: her coming to visit was the best thing about Communion. … Continue reading
I cry all the time watching Blue Bloods… I cry at the Reagan Family. I want a little of what they’ve got. Tonight when it ended I thought about how my family was so very “fuck-ed-up-ed” *channeling my baby brother … Continue reading
I’m journalling daily in my Nostalgie with images almost every page… Too personal to publish, as family is still alive. This images was swirling around in my head for days in deep blue. It has something to do with what … Continue reading
I wanted to tell my readers that I am sorry I missed so many comments for many weeks, and am now going back through them. I wasn’t being lazy or busy (I was busy) — WP notifications changed! I opened … Continue reading
I wish my grandfather had not sold their ranch in California. I have all good memories there of family and being a kid and critters and holidays and making things and first riding a horse and shooting a rifle and … Continue reading
Many moons ago I was part of a year-long study group with Brugh Joy, an amazing spiritual teacher. We were given an exercise to get to know our ancestors and family, and write about it. I painted it. I painted … Continue reading
In 1995 I was painting a hundred hearts, and in the middle of that series, my brother Patrick called from Seattle with hiccups that would not end, terrified, and said he was on his way to my house, hundreds of … Continue reading