This is not the first April morning I have awoken to see snow on the ground, and I don’t expect it to be the last. As tempting as the idea of ‘move where it never snows’ is, the reality is that I’m a Northern girl with ice crystals in my blood, and the tradeoff of… Read More New-Fallen Snow
I’m still much more comfortable painting on skin, but I’m pleased with how this one came out. For one thing, I had an image in my head, and I got really darn close to reproducing it on paper. Which is strangely fulfilling. For another, this is an upwelling of missing my walks in the woods,… Read More Watercolored Snow
I say in jest that I moved south for the warmer climate. People look at me funny and wonder aloud if I meant to go to Florida. No, thank you, been there, and I remember fire ants and scorpions from my toddler days when Dad was stationed at Homestead. No, I really do mean that… Read More Beautiful America: Almost November
My schedule doesn’t give me a lot of play time. Fortunately, some of the things I do and call ‘work’ I also regard as play. This allows me to go off and “play” while still feeling productive. Which isn’t to say that I don’t occasionally goof off and waste time, too. Yesterday was one of… Read More Productivity
Lying on her back in the snow was a young woman. Already, she was dusted over with snow, which is why Sarah had missed her clothes. Dressed in a long duster jacket, jeans, and cowboy boots, she was motionless. Her face was pale… Sarah leaned closer over her, pushing Josh toward the house. “Go home…”… Read More Snow Angel Snippet 2
A snippet of my work in progress, which I think will be a Christmas gift to my children. ######################### Snow Angel Sarah was standing at the sink with her hands in hot soapy dishwater when her son came in the sliding glass door in a small swirl of frosty air and rapidly melting snow. She… Read More Winter Story