I painted this picture almost 35 years ago, in 1990 (acrylic on masonite), while living a former life under a different name. It’s quite large — 24” by 36”. I didn’t have enough wall space to hang it. My son, Lochlin, is obsessed with music and all things musical, so I gifted the painting to …
Giving Thanks for a Still Life Ten bits of truth for my grandchildren, with hope they’ll give them some thought. Don’t sweat the small stuff, and it’s all small stuff. This is my pet cliche. Don’t get sucked into radical and blinkered views of the world. Be bold. Be yourself. And remember — a scrap …
Fuzzy-deep thoughts from the middle of the night hover on the fringe of my memory. I’m sure this has happened to you: you wake up, go over the previous day’s obsessions, you try to recapture the gist of your dreams. Yesterday I was reading a book on wildfires. A few years ago, the Fort McMurray …
Clean out a corner of your mind, and creativity will instantly fill it. – Dee Hock Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? – Mary Oliver
About fifteen years ago, we came home to an unusual sight. In the previous weeks, crows had built a nest in the holly tree just outside the window of our 3rd floor apartment. It tickled me at the time. Thought it would be amazing to watch up close as they finished the nest, laid eggs, …
I love to keep a daily journal, but because I’m working on the final draft of a novel right now, I sadly cannot conjure up enough spare words in a day. In the past, I’ve dropped the practice when writing a book. Lately, if I come across an inspiring quote or line of poetry, I …
On January 26th 2024, Karl Medlicott, my husband, my friend, the man I’ve shared life with this past twenty-three years, died of colon cancer. He was only sixty-three—far too young. I deeply mourn the loss of him. Obituary Notice Karl Medlicottkearneyfs.com While Karl was sick, I came across this poem by Rebecca Allison, an American astronomer. …
Dear Mom, It’s been five years since you departed this life. I can hardly believe it. In a way, it seems like yesterday. About that letter you left for me—I should’ve replied to it sooner, but I’d put it away somewhere. When grieving, it’s easy to misplace things. I love you too, Mom. And yes, we’ve …
I woke up at 3 am last night with a revelation. Isn’t it strange how the shiny ideas tend to arrive in the wee hours? Lately, in the evenings, I listen to audio books to rest my eyes. This activity has the bonus of putting me to sleep as soon as I pop in the …