And the rain came.  Not on the day I prayed for it, but on the day I needed sunshine.  It was Saturday morning and we were due at the Moscow farmers market at 8AM.  It was our last…

We drove home from CDA on Friday and made it into bed around mid-night. We were due at the farmers market by 8:30AM Saturday. My aging bones were spent and I selfishly wished for a…

When I was younger I was drawn to extremes.  I wanted to be in the middle of a throbbing urban environment or out in the middle of the wilderness.  My moods and my companions seemed to follow…

We pulled up to the pepto-pink-colored two-bedroom condo that serves as campaign headquarters and sleeping space for Tom and the staff.  Not an inch of the small place goes without use. It had been a long…

We’re on the road to Boise.  The car is packed with more bags than we need, and few extra space eaters – like two big stuffed bears.  They don’t get much attention at home, but as soon…

I  have a bit of a stiff neck, and I haven’t taken the time to work out much this week.  I shrug it off as a temporary situation.  I’m sure when all of this passes, I’ll get…

Until recently, I have never been inclined to follow politics. I have always thought that weeding through what is truth and what is fiction in the political arena would be more than a full time…

It was not easy to leave. Only the draw of my family got me on the plane. I know I will go back. This time I needed to go alone. Next time, I hope my…

…so much to say and no charge on my MAC.  May have to resort to pen and paper! Hoping to find a better adapter in the morning and will check in from the airport.  Breathing…

Winding down is such sweet sorrow.  The frenzy of painting, knowing the count down was on, produced a whirl of debris on the studio floor… and some on the walls.  Eat, paint, eat, paint, eat, drink, sleep.…