Monthly Archives: May 2017

Video of the Night: The ICAD Challenge Starts Tomorrow!

Video of the Night: The ICAD Challenge Starts Tomorrow!

I took the Index-Card-a-Day Challenge last year and will be doing it again! If you ever felt you should be creating art but were too intimidated by the immensity of the idea to begin, this challenge is a great way to start. Everyone, no matter how busy, can make a piece of art 3″ x 5″ or 4″ x 6″ in a day. You might even already have some index cards in your desk…

Would you like to see some of my ICAD projects from last year?

Wordless Wednesday: What’s This?

Wordless Wednesday: What’s This?


A close-up of the security door at the front of my house.

Trinity Cathedral, Phoenix

Trinity  Cathedral, Phoenix

Near the center of Phoenix, at the border of the art district, Trinity Cathedral rises like an  oasis.



Situated around a central courtyard, the buildings enclose a labyrinth and a sculpture garden recalling Christ’s passion and the saints. Conveniently placed benches allow visitors a place to pray and reflect in peaceful surroundings. The current sanctuary opened for worship on Christmas Day, 1920.


Another building bears a plaque which reads Bishop Atwood House Erected 1930.

A beautiful leaded glass door serves as the portal into the cathedral.

Monday Morning Wisdom #104

Monday Morning Wisdom #104
Patriotism consists not in waving the flag, but in striving that our country shall be righteous as well as strong. ~James Bryce

Weekend Writing Warriors, Snippet # 56

Weekend Writing Warriors, Snippet # 56

Every Sunday, the Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday share 8-10-sentence snippets from their works-in-progress on their blogs for others to read and comment on. Join the fun! Click on the links to see the full lists.

I’m sharing from a “new” piece this week, Gabe’s Garage of Goodies. This is actually an old (originally written 20 years ago) story I never was able to place. I’m retooling it, hoping it could be a picture book for older kids. Here’s the opening:

Mike sprayed his truck with the hose, whistling while the suds washed away. The sunlight shone through the spray, creating rainbows if he looked at just the right angle.

He rewound the hose and grabbed his pair of car towels. With one, he quickly wiped off the water droplets; then he polished the surface with the second until it shone, reflecting his happy face.wewriwa2

“Hey, Mike! Look at this!”

Mike’s smile turned upside down at the sound of his neighbor’s voice. He looked up to see Gabe towing a huge canister behind him.

“This is my new Car Vac Plus! Want to see how powerful it is?”

I know it’s short (the limit is ten sentences), but what do you think of this small excerpt? Any suggestions on how I can make it better? Please comment below.

From the Creator’s Heart #100

From the Creator’s Heart #100

For the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man’s strength (1 Corinthians 1: 25 NIV).

Flower of the Day

Flower of the Day

My offering for Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge. I have no idea what this tree is. Photo taken on Mother’s Day in the courtyard of the Phoenix Art Museum. IMG_0778

Photo by ARHuelsenbeck.

Book Review: Old Broads Waxing Poetic


A few years ago, Julie Kemp Pick, inspired by a poem by Susan Flett Swiderski, came up with the idea to create an anthology of poetry written by women of a certain age. Together, they compiled Old Broads Waxing Poetic from their own verses and the work of six other poets.

I don’t remember how I heard about it, but I bought a copy, compelled by the wonderful cover image. It sat in my study for a couple of years, forgotten, until I recently came across it again.Old Broads Waxing Poetic

The poems range in quality from okay to delightful. I’ve already shared one poem from this book. Here are a couple of my other favorites:

Lilacs and Love
by Connie Biltz

“Nothing says spring like a lilac breeze,”
Mom closed her eyes, smiled, and sighed.
The scent would come drifting in,
with curtains billowing and windows wide.

My mother gathered them by the armful,
bunches of lilac blooms with a fragrance that was heaven sent.
She took them to my grandma every Mother’s Day,
sharing her love, showing her gratitude, knowing how much it meant.

She loved lilacs too, my mother did,
and she was glad we had plenty to spare.
It doubled her joy for them, I think,
knowing she was able to share.

Grandma would bury her nose in the lilacs,
and breathe in the heady scent too.
She arranged them carefully in a milk glass vase,
and there was one thing I always knew.

Grandma loved me, and my mom did too,
so fierce and wide and deep.
Remembering those lilacs they shared
is a memory I’ll always keep.

Forever the sight of a lilac bush,
or the hint of its fragrance in the air,
will remind me of those two ladies before me,
who had lilacs and love to spare.

lilacs-close-up-600x400That poem hits me right in the memories. A huge lilac bush grew just outside the kitchen window of the house I grew up in. On May evenings, as my mother washed dishes and I dried them, the breeze coming through the open screen carried the fragrance of lilacs, which we both loved. Though my parents didn’t particularly care for cut flowers (they felt flowers belonged in the garden), on Mother’s Day there was usually a large vase of lilac branches on the kitchen table.

by Fran Fischer

I just thought I’d like to say goodbye
As you go to that medical waste disposal in the sky.
Say hi to my tonsils and have no fears.
We’ll all get back together in a few years.

You’ve know me the seventy-nine years of my life.
You saw me as a teen, and then a wife.
Your first job was attracting men
And next you were a breastaurant for my children.
When the doors of the milkbar finally closed
You went back to a purely decorative mode.
Which was fine, until last week
When you (and other parts) became antique.
I no longer attract young men of twenty,
But that’s all right, because I’ve had plenty.
And as for that other use, well, we all know
The odds of me nursing again are low.
But it’s in my nature to be a little sappy,
And with or without you I’ll keep on being happy.
Most would count this a loss when it comes to my score.
Will I miss you? A little. Do I need you? No more!
I will be losing some symmetry,
On this I think we can both agree.
I may tilt to one side as I walk through town
But I’ll try to adjust and not fall down.

Yet I’m not through having fun
And lifting my face to the warmth of the sun.
And being friends and laughing (I’ll show you)
So ta ta, left ta-ta, it was nice to know you!

I’d never thought it was possible to make cancer surgery humorous.Old Broads Waxing Poetic

Is this book worth buying? Yes. Not every poem will resonate with you, but these sweet ladies are not trying to get rich or famous. They are donating all the proceeds from this book to CARE International. Go ahead and buy it already. It’s only $9.99 at for the paperback on Amazon, only $2.99 for the Kindle edition.

Creative Juice #43

Creative Juice #43

A dozen delicious offerings served up to tempt your artistic palette:

  • This article is much longer than what’s usually included in Creative Juice. It’s also the saddest story I’ve read in a long time—and it’s true. But people need to read this.
  • Want to make time to be more creative? I participated in the Index-Card-A-Day Challenge last year, and I’m doing it again this year. You can, too.
  • This article is a little old (we’re past the end of the coloring challenge mentioned in it), but I love the artwork, so I’m sharing.
  • Love coffee table art books? You can enjoy 204 of them for free—virtually.
  • Reading list for personal growth.
  • Sand scuptures.
  • The Garden of Earthly Delights.
  • Wouldn’t this be a nice home to own?
  • You could totally do this flower pot project.
  • I didn’t even know I needed art masking fluid. Now I must have it!
  • Have you ever gone through The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron? It’s a 12-week exercise to increase your creativity. I’ve done it once, and I want to eventually do it again. A few years ago I read this related article, and it was so beautiful I saved it. Now I share it with you.
  • Reasons to make art, even if it’s not all that good.

In the Meme Time: Perfectly Excellent

In the Meme Time: Perfectly Excellent

Perfectly excellent