My earliest memory of my obsession with objects from the past, was the trunk I found in my mother’s basement.
I use to meet him on the next block and slip away in rebellious freedom.
As I was standing in the drugstore with my 15 year old looking at pregnancy tests, I thought, “how did I end up here?”
window shopping, vintage goods, waiting for the madness to stop.
“Art washes from the soul the dust of every day life.”
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This is a true story. It is one I wrote two years ago, but I am always reminded of it on Mothers Day (which in Ireland is today). As I’m pretty sure most of you have never read the original I’ll tell it to you once more.…
“If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.” ― Mae West Standing in the line up at the grocery store with my 15-year-old son, the cover of Maclean’s magazine caught my attention: “Hurry up and die already.” The article is about parents living longer …
Lounging around, with books of summer, lazy mornings and lazy afternoons, evenings outside by candlelight, enjoying the warmth of summer’s gentle breeze, February vanishes and March appears, all the more closer to blades of summer.
I’m entering this photo in the daily post photo reward photo challenge. The daily post runs challenges every week. If the theme catches my attention I’ll participate. I participated one other time during the minimalist theme. I was intrigued by the word “minimalist,” different meaning to different people. This week’s photo challenge “Reward” made me think. …