Squirrelizer: Nutty About Squirrels
Unless you’ve been under a rock, you’ve seen the infamous vacation squirrel in Banff National Park, Canada. Some clever person has created a web site allowing us to squirrelize our own […]
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Artist’s Date: Edmonds, WA
Edmonds, WA brags that it is the “nicest town on the Sound.” It is north of Seattle on Puget Sound and home to Rick Steves’ Europe Through the Back Door and […]
Metamorphosis of Susan Boyle: Butterfly Emerges and Takes Flight
Yes, folks, that’s Susan Boyle in that photo. Isn’t she gorgeous? Absolutely stunning.
Artist’s Date: Lavender Festival in Sequim, WA
Washington’s Olympic Peninsula is a photographer’s dream vacation. It’s got everything from the rainforests of the Olympic National Park to sunny Sequim where it rains about 15 days each year. Hurricane […]
Cherished: Daddy’s Little Girl
When we truly cherish someone or something we take special care. We nurture. We’re gentle. Love flows freely and generously.
My hope for each of us today is that we cherish ourselves. We make our-selves a priority. We eat healthy. We get some good exercise. We get a good night’s rest. Essentially, we care for ourselves like we are precious children of God. We all are, you know. Yes, you are precious.
Lavender Festival: Sequim, WA
Sequim, WA is on the Kitsap Penninsula along the Strait of San Juan de Fuca. The climate is very similar to Provence which makes it ideal for growing lavender. If […]
Staycations & Carole May’s New Gig
“Staycation” is one of the new words in the latest edition of Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary. It means spending our vacation time at home. It’s very much like an artist’s date.
Bridges, Chapter One
Sunshine knew it would be no good if she rescued Billy. He had to make it across that bridge on his own. By now, she was almost across the bridge. She wasn’t about to risk the perils of turning back. She desperately wanted him to have the courage to cross that bridge. She needed for him to make it to the other side.
Bridges, Chapter Two
He was worried. She seemed to be having the hallucinations of a dying person. He was right about the dying. “Who the hell is Anne Elizabeth Bellingham?” he demanded hoping she would drift back into reality. “Bridges,” was her whispered reply, “bridges. You must write the story.”
He wanted to know more, but she was no longer grasping his hand. He knew she was gone. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t move. She was gone, and he didn’t know who it was lying in that bed. Was it the woman he had loved or a stranger?
Orders of Protection: A Victim’s Frame of Reference
Should a woman seek an order of protection when she has been abused? Is it the best course of action to take? Or should she not pursue an order and just call the police as needed?
Anne Caroline Drake 