As both an artist and a writer, I reflect on and analyze my life when I am alone. I accept what I understand and discard the rest. My spirit cannot grow in confusion.
My brother and best friend died on July 8, 2016. He was 57. Russ died on a Friday night while I was at work and feeling that something wasn’t right. I knew he was sick—he’d been battling cancer for several years and was growing weaker by the day. His cancer had reached stage 4. IContinue reading My Brother, Russ
The old homestead has needed a sprucing for many years. Fresh paint or siding? That was the question while the roof was finally shingled last year during October. The powers that be decided to go with siding this spring. But May was too cold and wet with snow and rain for such a big project.Continue reading Fixing This Old House
Perhaps it’s age creeping up on me that makes me more of a grouch than the carefree, happy guy I used to be. I go to bed with aches, sleep fitfully, and wake up with more aches. I take painkillers so I can move and get to work on time. During the day, sleep takesContinue reading That’s Life
I made some changes to my blog and took down my copyright protection notice. This doesn’t mean my work isn’t copyright protected. You still cannot take my stuff without permission and get rich on it without cutting me in for a piece of the action. But I want readers and followers to know I haveContinue reading Sharing … My Pleasure
With February ending tomorrow, I look forward to sunnier days to end my winter blues. I find amusing things to laugh at when Old Man Winter scares away the sun and keeps life dark and cold. Here are three favorite funny pieces I found during the winter that made me smile, chuckle, and even bellyContinue reading Sunday Smiles
February is a month that never excites me. It seems to be the month that dumps the most snow on the town I live in. It’s also the month of my birthday. My birthday gets less exciting every year because I have fewer people in my life to celebrate it with. It doesn’t help thatContinue reading February Blues
Tomorrow is my birthday. I was born on the day and year Laura Ingalls Wilder died. She was 90. She was the author of the best-selling “Little House” series of children’s novels. A friend who believes in reincarnation says that her soul returned on the day I was born, which is why I became aContinue reading Random Things About Me