[Ed note: the following dada narrative was dictated by the lil' monkey to the beloved, who faithfully recorded it verbatim. Wee book making, with dictated narration to accompany illustrations, has become a favorite pastime. So far, the booklets -- note pad-sized pages, stapled together -- have been in dialog with some story we've read [...]

Punky, The Brother-mopping Fairy, Berkeley, CA.
[Briefly considered, but scrapped from the Rainbow Magic series: primary audience limited to OCD/sadist older siblings.]

If you can even read this, please pardon the mess. That is of course if indeed there is a mess on your screen.
If everything is fine, and not a mess, please ignore this post. If everything is not fine, please ignore this blog for a while (how long? who knows!) until [...]

A massive multi-phased spam attack in the wee hours last night and this morning added to the natural challenges of juggling what your average work-at-home/care for kids-at-home person ordinarily faces. All of which conspired against my being able to dedicate the loving care any proper post deserves. And a [...]

I love them like I know the loss of a child.
My nephew and his cancer battle come to me all the time. These memories form the hazy-dense under-writing on top of which the love of my children is written every day. But Erik and the loss of him comes never more directly than [...]

City slicker version here.
Zen version here.
Upside down version (courtesy Flickr) here.

Old cabin at Daffodil Hill, upcountry Amador County, CA.