If you only watch one Michael Jackson video, this should be the one.

The first cassette tape I ever bought for myself was the Jackson 5, I guess around 1970-71. My mother wasn’t very happy, but it was my allowance money. I loved Michael Jackson, and I think that he was a truly great artist. My heart twisted with every new photo of him and every ugly news…

green paper made from mostly green scraps of paper, leftover pulp from other batches, tiny bits of aqua cotton flake yarn swarmed while cleaning mould and deckle with hose, killed mosquito, not before it drew blood book titled “The Wind and the Rain,” covered with sweet smelling brown basil blossom paper, what now – collage?…

Lots more rain today – a real gully washer this morning on my walk to work. Got soaked! Amazing number of green beans on the dozen little bushes I planted. I only gave them a glance when I left for the weekend and when I came back they were getting too big. Of course, with…

I got a short hair cut. Boy do I feel better. Now I’m thinking about coloring it. I bought some henna and JQ offered to help me color it at the lake this weekend. When I was at Leon’s Beauty School, I had barely enough to donate to Locks of Love this time, and the…

Last night we had 4.5 inches of rain in the space of a few hours. I have never seen that much water in the Back Forty. There were streams of water running down the pathways and when the storm finally lessened there was a lot of standing water. This morning I found that most of…

Ever since I was a child I have been fascinated with stories of living off the land, self-sufficiency, making things from scratch. Then I hit puberty and I was distracted by trying to find a mate, drowning my depression and anxiety in alcohol, and trying to make my parents proud of me by attempting to…

All alone, boo hoo hoo. Actually I love being all alone. I’m a solitary kind of gal, especially since I became my own best friend. I get to hang out with Sandy on Saturday and Sunday, and that’s good because by the time I get to the end of the week I miss him. Right…

The thing about university art classes is that you have to accept that you’re going to be told to do certain things to improve your work that you might not agree with. If everything you do is just hunky-dory, you may as well work on your own at home. I’m struggling just a little with…