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Tonight my husband and I painted the Bourne Bridge and the Railroad Bridge at The Cape Cod Art Bar. We had SUCH a great time. Here are the results: Can you tell which one is mine? I got my “twin bridges” to hang in the house. And so, as another day goes by, stepping . . . → Read More: Art Bar Results! An art bar? What is that? I thought one day when I was walking past it in Mashpee Commons. I peeked into the windows. Wow. Tables all set up with paints and easels and a sign advertising have a cocktail while you create. What could possibly be more fun than painting while sipping a cold . . . → Read More: Cape Cod Art Bar Coming home and coming down from the emotional roller coaster of the last few days provides perspective. The pastor that my brother had to preside over his wife’s wake was amazing. I never attended a service so personal and inspiring as this one. He eulogized my sister-in-law’s life and presented her exactly as the person . . . → Read More: Attention, Please Tonight as I sit and peruse the photos of my brother’s wife, I cannot see the justice of this tragedy. At 15 she was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and only now, some 40 years later, can I see why my brother fell in love with her. Back when that happened, I . . . → Read More: Just Not Just Today my brother is celebrating his 36th wedding anniversary. His beloved wife is being cremated today. It doesn’t seem fair. It’s bad enough to lose your spouse three days before your anniversary, but having her cremated on that day seems a bit much for God to give anyone to bear. Yet bear it, he . . . → Read More: It SEEMS Wrong When loss or tragedy smashes into our world, we have two choices – we can either grow old, or grow new. Growing old gives into the tragedy. It lets loss of another steal whatever life we have left. It invites serious depression, often requiring help to overcome it. It makes you way old way, way . . . → Read More: Grow New On these vacations mornings I’m always the first and only one awake at 7 am. I leave my husband sleeping, daughter and friend buried upstairs, oblivious to noise, due to the air conditioner, and my niece and her friend sprawled across the pull-out bed in the kitchen/living room. I make my breakfast and settle into . . . → Read More: Without Change or Shadow Just serious appreciation for the friends and family here this week around the fire pit. It’s 6 pm and the kids are just migrating back from the beach. The backyard is cool and breezy. Dinner is simmering on the grill. There’s a Skinny Girl Margarita to my right. Today I didn’t even attempt the . . . → Read More: Tonight. Late. At the fire pit. Tough day. No real holiday energy. What do you do in that case? Easy. Find friends. I came home from a hot and not so comfortable day on the beach. I made coffee to try to reenergize, but to no avail. Friends arrived. Made dinner and drinks and guess . . . → Read More: Happy 4th Today I feel God is silent. I’ve been talking to Him for two days, but I feel He’s busy somewhere else. I was right. Today we just got the news that we’re losing a family member in the next 48 hours. I think God is busy there. There is a husband who needs God’s . . . → Read More: Silent |
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