I started Storybook Village because most of the time I feel like I live in one. But good stories are not always easy. The best ones have tension, conflict, something worth fighting for, and hopefully, in…

My husband is smart, kind, and tenacious.  He also enjoys beer, wine, and bourbon… in that order.  I’ve joined in often over our nearly 25 years together.  I also make a stink about it sometimes.

I’m going to dance for a bit.  Be grateful that both of my knees work again, that my desire for beauty is still strong, that I can feel the music fully in my body, that…

I had a private painting lesson this week with a fellow who wanted to paint from an old photo of his daughter. The photograph itself presented so many obstacles that copying it would never result…

How do the next 30 years play out, assuming I’m ‘lucky’ enough to live as long as my father did. He died in June from Covid. Shitty way to go, for all of us. It…

Our 20 year old boy came for a visit, he did. Playing with his phone, down the steps he slid. Well, tumbled perhaps more accurate to say. At the bottom he landed, crushing three vertebrae.…

It took a year of pretty solid work. Our sprinter van conversion was a serious labor of love. It’s been across the country twice already and I look forward to more in the springtime. I…

Bundle up, the cold is coming on. A slice of me welcomes the sweaters, the fireplace, the constant opportunity for a good hot tea. I like painting in my 3rd floor study when snowflakes fly…

My maiden van adventure has been spotted with adversities, which I suppose is common when your working out something new. I’ve learned a few handy things: *Heat circulation in the “garage” area is necessary as…

The muddy path dances in color, only for the happy eye. Conditioned for beauty, it sings in the most rare of tone. Assuming peace, life peaks. I sink my feet into its glistening reflection, and…