This part of the blog is mostly dedicated to my delusional relationship with Colin Firth – it really is a tongue in cheek, note writing sort of thing because I think he is brilliant – I do not know him. It is also where I write about current events and things that happen in my life when I am not reading.
I miss courtesy. I want it back. Courtesy knows how to accept insults and move beyond. It knows a simple handshake isn’t a nod to I like you or I loathe you, It is just a gesture of jolly good, … Continue reading →
Away isn’t always good when you want to be blogging, posting and commenting, but away I’ve been. Spring break, volunteering, teaching art and job hunting. I’ve hiked, I’ve read, I went to the beach. We took photos – they will … Continue reading →
The Flu is an artist. A special virus. Flashy. Modern. Not unlike Picasso, Miró and Gaudi. Although it isn’t Spanish and they are incomparable. It’s slightly odd comparing the flu to art but I tend to think in color. I recently … Continue reading →
With the words Expecto Patronum, a silver doe appeared. An enduring love we did not expect. We read, then watched, as only he could portray the man who uttered that most feared killing curse, Avada Kedavra. In utter disbelief I … Continue reading →
Twenty years since he left us, suddenly and too soon. It wasn’t a difficult passing, his suffering didn’t last long, but it wasn’t instant. One night, a cough, turned into a rumbley chest, it rattled and hummed. Sounded painful. Asthmatic, … Continue reading →
Four beloved teachers were fired two months ago. It happened after graduation and the last day of school. Kids didn’t say goodbye, they said… see you next year. The following week when the teachers got to school, they were locked … Continue reading →