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Halloween ART in Recovery

Hello, my friends, It’s that time of year again and I never fail to remember this powerful Halloween art class, from the year 2008. You can find the entire remembering in my memoir http://ForgettingtoFly.com  (chapter 29, page 245), or go to http://artwithapurposebooks.com to see all the books I’ve written on the…

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Remembering a good friend

A friend passed un-expectantly and those left behind are struggling with the loss. Tance was an artist, dog lover, avid book reader, intelligent conversationalist, and pure joy to be around. She had many friends and we loved her dearly. Some of her friends decided to have a special outside memorial…

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An ever-changing vantage point…

When you hear this… “Nothing can make me change my mind” Know that person has closed their mind to the capacity to gain accurate information. If you never change your mind you aren’t listening. Fresh circumstances won’t happen in a mind that is closed to new possibilities. I have friends…

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Pray 4 the Bay

Most of you already know…       Last November a sperm whale swam up the Mobile Bay, where I live in Fairhope, Alabama. He was a young male, 38 feet long, 30 thousand pounds.   He beached himself 100 feet from the shore and slowly died. I went to see…

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First Tribe Bocce in a year

Most of you know that we have a Bocce court. And some of you know that our group of friends, who dine out & in together, is called the Tribe. This week we had out FIRST gathering in over a year… at our home, outside. I wasn’t sure who would…

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Don’s “camp” birthday weekend

So, most of you know, if you follow me on Face Book, that we have started camping. I have camped my entire life, (in a big heavy canvas tent). Now it’s much easier. This birthday weekend I reserved two side-by-side cabins for Don’s family to join us at Wind Creek…

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MY Super Power, you ask…

I am blessed to know what my Super Power is. I’ve known since I was in my mom’s womb. I came out knowing. I never, ever thought differently. Let me backtrack: I was born into a family of “CREATIVES”. My Mom, a seamstress and “pull-anything-together” kinda gal. (Last minute teen…

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