Movie Review: Valentine’s Day
Hoda Kotb on the Today Show this morning gave Valentine’s Day two thumbs up. She was miffed reviewers have blasted the movie because it is a chick flick. The director, Garry Marshall, […]
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Julie & Julia: Books, Movie, and Inspiration
From Julie and Julia, I learned that joy comes from being so passionate about something that we master it.
What are you so passionate about that you would dedicate a year of your life to master it?
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 […]
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 […]
Kari Callin Got Robbed
The judges on America’s Got Talent made me livid tonight. I don’t know what they’re thinking cutting Kari Callin. She was, in my opinion, one of the best talents this season. Given […]
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 […]
Seattle’s Got Talent!!!
Kari Callen works as a radiology technician for a trauma hospital here in Seattle. She has a facial deformity which caused a cruise ship auditioner to refuse to listen to her sing. Big mistake, buddy! Huge mistake!
The audience was absolutely mesmerized when she belted out “Somewhere” from West Side Story. Goose bumps. Chills.
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?
Anne Caroline Drake 