Today I am feeling so incredibly sad. Do any of you out there in virtual land have the feeling that we are being pitted against each other as if we are hapless pawns in some sick game of fear inducing political chess? Perhaps I am gullible, or just a teensy bit naïve to believe we […]
It was pouring rain when I left my home on Saturday. Errands then to the movies with my girlfriends. We were going to see Long Shot. But as luck would have it we went instead to see POMs. What’s that? I can hear whispers through the ether “that doesn’t sound like a particularly thought provoking […]
My dreams are having a hard time differentiating reality and fantasy. Yes, I know, having studied sleepy time dreams of ride the rainbow elephants across possible planes of existence, their meaning, REM sleep patterns, out of body experiences, etc., I am aware we often are using our dreams to work though the challenges of unreal […]
I’m sitting, drinking a loaded decaf coffee (almond milk and brown sugar – gawd I am decadent) at a round table for four at the Flightpath Coffee Shop. While is most definitely not Quacks, It is a decent coffee and snack place on Duval here in Austin. I have been joined by a woman who […]
Thunder is clapping, lightning is striking and I’m holed up in Quacks, a hip bakery coffee shop, waiting out the rain, sipping taboo hot cocoa and munching a peanut butter cookie. Heck its scary outside, i gotta have my creature comforts don’t I? I wasn’t the only one who had the bright idea of escaping […]
I woke up yesterday morning to the plaintive cries of my adult daughter who had discovered she was unable to put any weight on her right foot. Here is a woman with more stamina and energy than a ten year old…I’d say five but clearly her son does tire her (and me much readily) out. […]
Yeah, yeah, some of you may know about my work, transforming trash into art, http://www.janetbernson.com (plug) but perhaps you are unaware of the real reason I make my art? I’ll explain as best I can. I am a died in the organic, sustainably raised, sheared by hand, wool environmental activist nut-job, at least that’s what […]
If we could have real superheroes to help us during our current political climate the possibilities for change would be tremendous…and we could pay them with thanks and homemade cookies.
Yes. I know I’m late. It’s now 9ish pm and I spent nearly two days recovering from no sleep two nights in a row. I wouldn’t actually call the days wasted. I managed to check, answer and trash emails, sign petitions (do they really do any good?) run some errands, get an echocardiogram, deposit a […]
