1. I woke up early for the drive to Roanoke to baby-sit Bryce. Standing at the sink, filling the tea kettle with water, I thought my neighbor’s barn was on fire. I’m not used to seeing the sunrise. 2. Later in the week Joe went down to baby-sit. While he was there Bryce got a […]
My intention is to immerse myself in the experience of aging in a similar way that I immersed myself in the experience of losing my brothers when they died in 2001. Aging and loss are inevitable life events that I can’t change or avoid. The best I can do is approach them with an inquiring […]
The night after the 11 artist 300 piece opening of Faces of Floyd at the Jacksonville Center, I went to Max Charnley’s exhibit at Café del Sol. Max is the son of Rosemary Wyman, an artist, dancer, member of the Writer’s Circle I belong to, and fellow Scrabble player. Like his mom, Max – a […]
I expose my pale skin like a virgin to the sun air it out of storage access the winter damage I warm up slowly like a bud turned over to the growing possiblity of posing nude for spring ~ Colleen Redman 2/7/09
300 works in the Floyd Figures Group Exhibit at Jacksonville Center’s Hayloft Gallery set a record. The Faces of Floyd, with so many paintings and drawings of our friends and neighbors, is a history of our community over the past 24 years and a retrospective of a longstanding and well respected group of talented artists, […]
I had a ball on Monday babysitting my eight month old G-Whiz kid Bryce. We played for so long we got tired. His big sister Kaylee got into the act. The family dog Snoop was impressed. Post Notes: Watch Bryce show off his first soccer moves HERE. Other new eight month old accomplishments are standing […]
1. THIS is not me. 2. Said to Joe on Saturday: I can’t wait to not watch the Super Bowl. 3. Michael 19 … Steven 21 … John 33 … How ironic that their deaths sound like bible verses … The hearses parked in the halls of the high school recruiting… From “For Eli,” a […]
Bright white against a blue sky gives cheer to the gray mid-winter scenery. The clouds look like drifts. The trees are outlined in snow and slick hills glisten in the sun. When it snows the Blue Ridge Parkway closes. Its federal land and they literally lock it down. From my house I can only drive […]
Camellia Sinensis and the Celtic Goddess Brigit. Seven women and a daughter. Scones and apple cobbler. Crème de fresh and marmalade, red rooibos and Pu-erh carmel tea. Steeped in poetry, painting, and candlelight. Haiku oracles and stated intentions. From the Gaelic Goddess Brigit and Imbolc to Christian Candlemas and Saint Brigit, patron of holy wells […]
My Asheville potter son, Josh Copus, is a self-confessed brick geek. He collects found bricks, recycles old bricks, makes his own bricks, and builds wood fire kilns with bricks. It’s been more than three years since he harvested a lifetime supply of clay from a tobacco farmer’s field, and more than two years since his […]
