Hi there. You’ve been on my mind. I know it’s been a while since my last posting… frrrankly, I’ve been putting it off because what ELSE’s on my mind would kind of involve spilling my guts, and I’m nervous about losing my balance. (PLUS: a lot of energy/attention is going into Produxion for the upcoming […]

My mother Mildred was born on the wrong side of the tracks in Charleston SC. Her daddy was a brakeman on the railroad, content at that position and unwilling to accept promotion to conductor. Although they had train passes to go anywhere on vacations, there was not much money, and she remembers sitting on the […]

Frrrrankly I do not have time to keep on erasing comments from those with no higher purpose in life than cluttering. I’ve disabled the Commentary button. Actually, rather than as a chat room I’m using this blog to get my autobiography underway– “Just Another Tassel on the Lunatic Fringe”. If I ever should suffer sufficient […]

Computers are kind of an insult to this Calligraphress. Much prefer the 3rd-dimensional approach to writing: various nifty tools & inks, textured paper in rainbow hues, shapes of the alphabet to convey emotions… But I’m settling in to this new laptop– just wandered into an Options category, and now I’m all set up with a […]

WHOA!!! Got a new Puter, MAJORLY disorienting, about settled in now, but hadn’t been able to get into blog backstage ’til right now!!! Missed ya. And I can see the handwriting on the wall: it’s gonna be midOctober betimes I talk with you again… after a (relatively) homebound summer, I’ll only be home for 8 […]

My parents were poor at the beginning of their marriage, but compensated by adroitly making everything: our furniture, clothes, food, car maintenance, house repair, toys were all from/by their hands. This is how we were to know that they loved us, as they were prettymuch emotionally damaged and unable to express love physically, heartfully or […]

I’d originally had it in mind that writing to you each Sunday sunset would be done from some High and Holy space within. That is still my intention, that space is in there still… HOWEEVAH, a couple things are impinging: one of course is my husband’s frail physical condition. We still handle him by intuition […]

That’s IT!!! this helvetica typeface on a pure white background just DOES NOT SUIT. None of the other available Blogger Backgrounds does it for me either… so could you kindly just mock up a peachy backdrop with a heavy bower of fullblown dusty pink roses dripping over these paragraphs? Thanks everso. Much more appropriate to […]

When I was little, everyone said I had too much imagination. Decades later, a newscaster on the radio mentioned an apartment housefire. I got pictures of a woman and small child alone in a room… and suddenly realized it WASN’T imagination: all those years, whether it’d been stuff to make/draw, sudden fears of the dark […]

My mother’s name was Mildred Virginia Peacock Becker. She died shortly before 9/11, right at the end of an era. I spent the last week of her life beside her bed in a Connecticut old folks’ home… she was in a coma from numerous small strokes. I feel blessed to have been there with her […]