I’m sitting in the garden. It’s Saturday morning. I made it halfway out to my office, which is in my garage, out back. I’m weeping. I’m weeping because my heart is spilling over.
There are days when we get frustrated and have to do the tough or mundane parts of our jobs, but there are also times when everything sings… when you love what you do.
So long, 2015, and thank you. You were a very big year, one of the biggest and richest years my heart has seen. Big Hearted Presence: I got to experience “walking my mother
As a young child, I recall the excitement of getting Grandma’s parcel in December. Usually a couple weeks before Christmas, a big box would arrive at the house. Inside were home-sewn flannelette nightgowns
My mom celebrates her 88th birthday this coming week. No, she is not a vibrant can’t-believe-she’s-88 kinda gal. She has advanced dementia and cannot communicate with words any more. But, her eyes light
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. ….. – Emily Bronte I’ve always loved this poem. Particularly the
The Art Part of my Heart was born and my first blog post published one year ago. What a great experience it’s been. I didn’t know what to expect, how things would evolve.
Morris Panych is brilliant. Gifted actor, playwright and director, he has wooed me before with his play “7 Stories” and this latest work, “The Waiting Room” at the Arts Club Granville Island last