On the Sidelines

Super Bowl Sunday–
snacks and smiles
for Teams Ruff and Fluff
Puppy Bowl XV


on the sidelines
the dog and I nap
through halftime


Kitten Bowl VI:
the delight of cats
not caring about sports


To Heel or Not to Heel

Recent conversation with a friend:

Friend: What should I wear to this (relatively important) meeting with strangers?

Me: No boots.

She: I don’t have anything but boots and flip-flops.

Me: Wow that sounds like a haiku or a county-western song.

She: Laughter.


four seasons become half as many shoes in her closet


boots or flip flops —
to heel or not
to heel


how to read shoes?
favorite blue clogs
half my age


flip or flop
boot or mute
all in a meeting


Legs II


Not Black and White

Every once and again, we come to a crossroad, or as a friend likes to say, choice points. Sometimes they appear to be as minor as choosing between two colors to paint with. Sometimes they are more than that.


yellow or black
if relevance comes at a price
can I mix the two?


black hole
void or depression
which color?


her head in a fog
the backstory merges
into the foreground


self-portrait as the painting dictates its own


the illusion
of positive and negative space jumps
off the canvas into my car



Lack of Judgement

The news is changing and charging by the hour let alone day. I wrote this two days ago and while I wrote it – I felt good about it. Not so sure anymore, even though it is still pertinent. This is the first time in five years of blogging about simple thoughts during my January days, that I’ve had a difficult time posting. Alas these are difficult days both politically and personally for many of my friends and family, and it surely colors these blog posts. So with only one more blog post of this sort – I am going to publish this piece. I send it out with the intention that true peace is an inward turned outward process and practice and not the opposite. Namaste: I honor the spirit in you that is also in me.


I read an article in The New York Times Magazine by Taffy Brodesser-Aker on Andy Cohen. I don’t know why I read this piece, however there was a gemstone imbedded in the writing that stopped me cold.

“He has a lack of judgement about the way the world works, and therefore doesn’t have the willful ignorance that the rest of us do.”

Wow! It’s the second part of that compound sentence that grabbed me and forced me to think about my own lens, attitude and judgement on current events. “… and therefore doesn’t have the willful ignorance that the rest of us have.”  Let me break that part of the sentence down even further “… willful ignorance…”  That’s a hat and a heartful to someone who believes she is empathetic, sympathetic and sensitive to the core. Am I really? I even recently blogged about walking (or driving) in someone else’s shoes and had a long conversation with two artist friends about our ignorance of those with opposing views and/or plight. But the word willful  never came up alongside ignorance. Think about it – whether we like it or not – there is truth in the concept that we are unwilling or unable at this point – to relate to others if their viewpoint or set of values appears to differ either drastically, or now-a days, somewhat mildly from our own. It’s the black or white mindset on both sides of the proverbial fence. In this case, the white picket fence or black chain-link variety cuts across both progressive and conservative backyards alike.


not in my backyard fences in black and white

Don't fence me in!