Around my birthday I often think about why I started this blog.
Tag Archives: love
just the black ones
On Wednesday this week I went to the grocery store and hanging high, there it was.
Jube jubes, separated and packaged by colour.
It was practically a miracle.
you need a man right, nancy?
Finishing up a workshop the other day, two seven year olds remained in the studio.
One had wanted to add a kitty to her Family Tree because they had gotten a kitty since she completed her Tree with me last summer
The one with no cats looked at other’s tree and said Where is your dad? Why isn’t he in the Family Tree?
Without missing a beat, she responded, I don’t have a dad.