Practice copy of an oil painting by Jacqueline Marval. I’m floored by what I don’t know about art. So finally, after all these years, I’m trying to follow conventional wisdom. … Continue reading The Dancer
I’ll cook anything. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, and I don’t mind serving the disasters. There is always someone in the family who will eat the remnants of a … Continue reading Haphazard
“So.” I ignore the squabbling in the back seat and try again. “Right or left?” “Straight,” says Brat. “Straight,” echoes Mom. I give them a baffled look, but sis is … Continue reading Giddy Up
Sadly, I cannot recommend our tree trimmer but I sure enjoyed his visit.
In progress, oil on canvas.
Hallelujah, Amen! You can find her at http://www.ajeanneinthekitchen.com
“Hi Hon.” Stacking groceries on the counter I grab the carton of Cherry Garcia. “Want ice cream?” Rob’s face creases with worry. “I might need a heart valve transplant.” “Oh really, and the quack told … Continue reading All Quack, No Heart.
It’s time for change. I bounced around blue color jobs, had a lovely career as a flight attendant, then retired early to help care for my parents. Back to odd … Continue reading Floundering
Languid and slow, a black bear meanders up my drive and speaks to me, as bears are won’t to do, with muzzle raised to scent the evening air. Not on … Continue reading Making the Rounds
Kelly was the popular name at Daddy Jim’s Preschool for half a dozen boys. And me. So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when the Coast Guard screwed up my … Continue reading Symphony in Dress Blues
Riding in fine 70’s style, and driving Dad’s green Datsun B210, I spotted the flags waving outside the recruitment complex in downtown Sacramento. The trip had taken forty minutes. About … Continue reading Sea Change
It’s fall and I’m standing on the bridge over Taylor Creek watching Kokanee spawn. Red salmon with elongated jaws clog the waterway below me. Mergansers, Mallards, and Snow geese dive … Continue reading Darwin’s Daughter
“P.S.I. Honey.” I stab a green bean and wave the fork in Rob’s face. “Means pounds per square inch and you follow the guidelines on the sticker in the door … Continue reading P.S.I.