what i saw:

this picture of my mother taken last summer. i was driving the boat. i think it’s easy to see why i ran into that dock.



what i tasted:

crispy, crispy, crispy bacon done just right. wasn’t burnt, didn’t move when i picked it up.


what i heard:


lots and lots and lots of laughter – my sides required ben gay –  as my brother and i visited our own special planet and conjured up images and tales of a gang of 3 geese who are bad to the bone . . . i mean, feather.

i guess you had to be there.


what i felt:

the cool, smooth silk hand-dyed by my talented friend glennis.


what i smelled:

my leftover christmas candle burning. who says sugar cookie scent is seasonal?