
I’ve nothing witty or clever to say about chess. I lack the courage to learn to play & find out I suck at it. Same reason I don’t take an IQ test. I don’t want to find out I’m average.

I’ve nothing witty or clever to say about chess. I lack the courage to learn to play & find out I suck at it. Same reason I don’t take an IQ test. I don’t want to find out I’m average.

If you look at his eyes, you will see the Batman symbol, keeping his identity secret.

Soft velvet, golden thread, a silver breast plate, with a silver yud hanging by a silver chain. This is the smallest Torah the Temple has. I chose to paint this one because my thirteen year old daughter was going to carry it during her Bat Mitzvah.

“You’re locked up, what did you do to get here?”
“The kids would come & pop are heads off & Charles decided he’d had quite enough…”

It wouldn’t be hanging around a gutter drain

I taught k-6 to express themselves through art. Not like at regular school. We learn to use different materials making new things. We try to figure out together how something will work. We tell stories from the Torah, or make decorations so our holiday’s shine. The kids have taught me not to worry about the end of the work, but to focus on the now, they taught me to enjoy how paint between my fingers feels.
When entering the most magical of art rooms in the city of Birmingham, all troubles stop before entering. Only children with imaginations are allowed in this special space designed to create our own worlds, to become brave Maccabees or King David, We create God’s seven days, We can float on a boat with Noah gathering his animals & letting loose the dove. Stories stick better when they come along with an personal art.
I hope someday I will teach art again, to walk into that room & feel it in my bones that I’m supposed to be there.
Love to all my card makers. I miss you all very much. The cards are a treasure that I will carry with me forever & take out when I feel blue. Or remind my bones, they need to paint!

Blue is an 8 year old Husky. We have had to buy a new vacuum cleaner every two years because of his fur. This twice-a-year shedding lasts for two weeks. Is he worth finding white fur in your soup or in your hair, on your black clothes before going out. Is he worth it to have to apologize to everyone who visits, ironically dressed in black?
Yes. Blue believes he is responsible for me & my children while my husband travels. Blue helps me tuck the kids in their beds & kisses them goodnight. Blue waits by the window watching for the kids to come home from school. Blue cleans up the food off the kitchen floor. Blue hears things I never could. He makes me feel very safe. He sleeps on his bed in my room. Blue is my guardian angel on earth. Blue holds my fur-covered heart in is paws.

I think the hay seems to wash me out a bit.

Wish it was mine, because then I would live within walking distance of one of my best friends in the whole wide world.