I am changing how we celebrate Hanukkah.

Pretty audacious, right? well, i am tired of tiptoeing around what is right & wrong with how to celebrate Hanukkah. i grew up in Vermont with two parents, my father is Jewish & my mother converted. We grew up celebrating both Christmas & Hanukkah. we got a Christmas tree. perhaps a day or two before Christmas….

teaching the artist to SEE…

this is my Monday, after school, art class…three 1st grade girls (my classes are no more then 3 children at a time, that i way, i get to create art with them)  i know these girls have been taught all day long, so i make my teaching very brief. At first, it is difficult to…

she has it all

one day a woman wished for wealth, and she became wealthy. But, she wasn’t happy. The woman wished to be famous, to seen by all. Still, she wasn’t happy. Then she wished to rule over everyone. She became very powerful. Still, she wasn’t happy. She kept demanding more & more things…growing ever more bitter, saying…

DIY art for the garden

This art project is a very simple one, if you don’t mind stopping by a brook or stream in search of the perfect rock. Or a trip to the dollar store in search of marbles. This was put together by my mother & it sits, usually around her indoor house plants. A shock of blue,…

rock, paper, scissors & glass

her media choices are ever changing, her style changes as does the seasons. My mother finds an art form & takes it every direction she cares to, until she stumbles onto another. Her studio table, today, is covered in glass- bright, colorful & sharp. All waiting to be assembled. On her shelves, sit her origami…

the story about how the spider caught a rainbow

not really a story. i made her (spider) mad. I took the water spritzer for my plants…& i washed her web for her. doesn’t it look grand? the droplets caught light & shattered it into a rainbow. i’m so lucky that she, my halloween spider decorator, decided to build her web above my front door….

this opening peony looks like a goose tush

shake those tail feathers. peonies remind me of childhood & my mother. my mother loved those peonies way back in the 1970s. i loved them because she did. i am 8 years old & sitting on cold, dark green grass, the taste of the blades so sweet at first, then tasting of old gum. doesn’t…