Sunday, March 20, 2016

Coffee Talk

I long for coffee talk. I am missing people. My people. My friends in other cities, my family in other countries. We are geographically far apart these days. Profoundly, my beloved cousin, injured a few days ago in a horrible freak accident, now by himself in a hospital bed in Sidney, Australia with no family around him. I long to zap myself there and be by his side. I'm no doctor, can barely tolerate a head cold. But I can laugh and humor him and remind him of his roots and the goodness of two cups of coffee and family love. I am so worried and scared for him so I do what I know I can do. I text. Call. Pray. Talk to his immediate family. I'm not in a position to fly to Australia to hold his hand. But I can send out prayers, love and healing thoughts because he has to get better. I so badly want to pour two cups of coffee for us and shoot the shit and laugh and tease each other and speak our funny childhood language that has spanned the years.
You are loved. Coffee's on.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Blue & Gold Fleet

Otis Redding said it best.

Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes
Watchin' the ships roll in
Then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away

I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
'Cause I had nothin' to live for
It look like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just goin' sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time
Look like nothin's gonna change
Everything, still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes

Sittin' here restin' my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone, yes
Two thousand miles, I roam
Just to make this dock my home
Now I'm just gonna sit, at the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away,
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time


"Blue & Gold Fleet" 18x24" 

Dock of the Bay Series, available at ElizabethW Carmel 

Monday, March 7, 2016

Puck's Donuts

There's a donut place down the street from my art class. It's the classic old fashioned kind of joint, the kind you find in San Francisco, Chinese family run, no frills, pink box, donuts still warm from the oven, linoleum floor, aggressively bad coffee, maybe even powdered creamer, and it is packed. There is a line up out the door on Friday mornings where I stop and buy a dozen for our class. Truth, I want the pink box. And the sprinkly pretty kind of donut. The lady is holding her prongs impatiently wondering why it takes me so long to pick my assortment and I tell her, I'm going to paint them. She nods. Smiles. Sure you are. Whatever, keep picking lady. Time is money. I look up and notice she is putting them in a white box. A boring nothing anybody can have a white box kind of donut box. Um, sorry to be a pain, but do you think I can have a pink box instead? Smile turns to frown. Pink box, you pick a dozen, ok? Okay, I say. I choose my twelve, faster than I would prefer but I'm golden, I've got the box, I've got warm donuts, I've got that fresh baked deep fried sweet and salty scent and I have a visual of an actual cop standing in line at a donut shop. Yes. I do a high five arm swish in my head.

Puck's Donuts. If God is in the details and the details are in the pink box, I am a blessed and blissed out to bear witness to how the muse arrived on this one. Tied up with a string. xo

"Puck's" 16x20" Available from me directly. Email: