She Kept A Parrot

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Two Faces

  Two faces I love.  One was born a simian baby with a Mr. Magoo face.  She grew into a beautiful child and and into an even more beautiful woman.  The other came to me by happy chance. The girl inherited her father’s freckles although you’d never notice in real life.  She is the mother of The-Boy-Who-Grew-Too-Tall.  The other has an oddly matching freckle.  Freckles are not the only characteristics these two… Read More

Fledgling

A few of the most treasured people in our lives come to us through fits and starts over a very long time. We hardly notice.  Until one day. That’s the way I came to know this man.  The first time I saw him was on a weekend afternoon.  He was standing in my daughter’s swimming pool.  I paid no attention.  The next time I saw him, he was sitting on her patio… Read More

Peasant Girl in The Mirror

Everything, almost everything, in my world has a face.  Even a cheese knife has a rabbit face.  I have collected many objects and paintings throughout my life…virtually all of them have faces.  I believe I told you the story about my daughter’s effort to replace a favorite lamp that my arch nemesis, Maxwell, broke.  When she called our friend, the design person at a local shop, she laid out the only requirement…. Read More

It ought to be immediately obvious that I am a shameless old woman.  Otherwise, I should hide behind the hairless cat Gravitar.  I have to admit that I did a pass or two (maybe a few more, actually) with the “smoothing” tool.  The thing was just too hideous to post without a little digital “powder”.  My teeth are not quite so white and my skin not so smooth by a long shot,… Read More

I called this guy my “Garden Troll”.   His face always full of wry good humor mocking me…   He sat atop a sundial pedestal from which the sundial had long been discarded.  No matter.  He never concerned himself with dates and times and appointments.  Neither did I.  I forgot where he went…perhaps underground in the Secret Garden as is the habit of trolls.  Or…perhaps I left him behind at the old… Read More