The cat has poise.


Notes posted the morning after:

I doodled this on my iPad in bed last night. My son wanted me to sketch our fish tank and five fish. I wanted to follow the D’Blogala prompt “poise.” In the end, I picked the big fish that rules the tank, Clark (a girl, but that’s what my son named her). I also picked a cat, I’ll call him Mr. Wendell (in honor of a friend’s long-living buddy). My son woke up and saw the finished work. I asked him which was the cat? He pointed at Mr. Wendell. I then gave him a vocabulary lesson on cat, and that Mr. Wendell is simply a foil. My son’s only six.

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Blogfishing…an activity for the sporting reader.



Authors: Various

Each day’s author must write and post that very day, with the word count limited to-you guessed it-365 words.  From post 1 to 365, I look forward to the constant change in topic and perspective. This is possibly due to the fact that my own posts change from day to day with seemingly random perspectives. With this strategy of randomness comes the inevitable bad writer or flat-out boring topic. Good or bad, the reader get a chance to experience a variety of writing styles and viewpoints.

Attack of the Redneck Mommy

Author: Tanis Miller

Tanis writes from the heart, and her one-sided dialogues continue to intrigue. As soon as I start reading, I’m fascinated with the story—even if I have NO idea who she’s speaking with or about. The stories are often heart-wrenching or gut-wrenching. Either way, reading Attack of the Redneck Mommy entertains this mommy to no end.

California to Sicily 

Author: Angela Andrieux

Angela shares her perspective on food, travel, and photography. This month, she’s posting daily to her own series called “Thirty Days of Thanksgiving.” Each day is list of items that she is thankful for. The lists are usually short with a few blurbs reflecting on simple, domestic concerns. Each blurb resonates like a nod of the head by someone I may have held a door open for. The brevity of the listings are what make me want to return to read it every day. And I am thankful for that.


This photo of a 15″ rainbow trout (caught by my then five-year old son) was taken by my mother. She was such a sport to take my boys fishing!


Life happens along the path I’m living. I hope all my notes are legible.


I’m living the dream, even though not as originally imagined. When I was younger, I was certain life wasn’t going to happen where I was living. I set my sights on the horizon thinking I would sketch in the details when I got there.

I left home at 19 years of age and with dreams of living life to its fullest. I carefully planned on where, when, and how I would leave my small town. I worked a year to save the requisite amount of money for first, last and deposit towards my share of a three-bedroom apartment in the Bay Area.

Sure there was a boy involved and several jobs, various college classes, three cities, lots of new people, and plenty of poor choices. To be honest, I spent a decade trying to find myself—although, that is not what I would have called it at the time.

When I moved back, I did so to regroup and reconnect. I landed a job within a week of parking in my parent’s driveway. I spent eight months living, working and catching up with family and old friends. I enjoyed the change in scenery and details. However, I started to question whether my dream of life would ever be fulfilled.

One day I was presented with the opportunity to move to a new city. I eagerly pushed that door open looking for my elusive life. I took the new position, packed my car and drove for hours towards my dreams.

Sure there are now three boys involved, another great job, homework of a different kind, special education meetings, karate classes, swim lessons and so much more.

It’s obvious to me now that I was waiting for my life to begin. Who would have expected that I would come to live life to the fullest right where I am? I hope all my notes are legible.

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Communication Difficulties: Learning to live & cope from early childhood


It is a simple truth that I am the most difficult person I’ve ever known and for reasons only my son can truly understand. So, for the both of us, I will try my best to communicate and fulfill the following sentiments everyday…

“Life is a journey complete with starts and stops. You can survive the rough roads. You can cope with the inevitable, unplanned turns. You can choose to accept those who differ from you. You can take breaks from time to time. You are as smart as the others (if not smarter). You can focus and understand. You will make a positive impact in other people’s lives. You are loved.”

My son can build anything with incredible symmetry. I took this photo when he had just turned five years old. This was his least interesting creation that day.

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Literally Luminous: Watt a bulbous schematism for visual communications (or what happens when designing with a head cold).



With this prompt from D’Blogala, I usually would opine on the brilliance of my son’s smile or the breadth of Buddha’s wisdom. However, today I have a head cold. So, it’s now…

“Literally Luminous”



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Oh! I dream of southern-fried chocolate balls.


With the holidays just around the bend, I’ve been planning the production of plenty of chocolate balls. I’ve actually been dreaming of balls.

While the store-bought truffle is fine, I prefer the densely rolled, moist, caked-but-not-baked confection rolled in sugar, cocoa, coconut and other yummy dressings.

Of all these spherical splendors, I’m partial to the bourbon ball–especially my spherical lyricals infused with cocoa and a more than a splash of Kentucky spirits.

I have a simple, no-cook recipe that rocks the palate in almost a “southern-fried” way.With a bit of cocoa and a bite of bourbon, down a few and you’ll be singing about gravel roads, dogs and women. Hazardous to your health, my bourbon balls are best served in moderation and in accordance with the territory’s liquor laws. As such, I now only make them for special occasions (or the month of December).

Best part? They will not stale, and given the high proof, they can be stored in the freezer and noshed on throughout the year. 

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Essence of Steph

In homage to “my karmic dance of self,” I created my first animated short—Essence.

View Essence at

While I no longer art journal, I was inspired by D’Blogala and her word prompts for NaNoJouMo. I will always be enamored with traditional mediums for art journaling (paper, pens, pencil, etc.). However, in the past few years, I have gravitated to the digital medium.

I created it while winding down last night. Simply with my finger, doodling on my iPad in the Animation Creator HD application.

The Sacrifice of Spirit and the Reverie of Life: My karmic dance of self


I’ve had some difficulty focusing for this blog post. The writing prompt on NaBloPoMo was “What’s the biggest sacrifice you’ve ever made for another person? Was it worth it?” Alternatively, the prompt on D’Blogala was “reverie.” I wonder which can inspire…Ding!

Wait! I’ve got to get that load of wash into the dryer. That has got to be the third or fourth load today. How can boys generate so much dirt? Do they realize how much time it takes to…Stop it!

Got to get my thoughts back on track. What’s my motivation for today’s blog-each-day-for-a-month challenge? Let’s see, there are so many sacrifices I’ve made. (No, not actual sacrifices, Mom.) Wow!

I love my mom! Now, that’s a woman who has probably sacrificed tremendously for another person. Probably more than one–me, my brother, and my sister. Gotta call sis again. Geez! To the end of my days, I will be amazed at her ability to focus. She’s so unplugged. Got to get her to try e-mail more often though. Sure, I could unplug, get focused, relax, plan meals, go to the gym, unearth my cello…Not!

It’s not like I have time to lay around all day. The kids, the job, the hubby–they all need a piece of me with all sorts of activities and schedules to maintain. Whoops!

Did I take my vitamins? I wonder how my blood-work turned out? My throat feels weird. Hard to swallow sometimes. These cold smoothies really do sooth it though. Can’t drink them too fast or I’ll get a brain freeze. Ouch! This headache has been a pain lately. Of course, I could try some aspirin. I should probably try to get an appointment in before the holiday season…Crikey!

There is that box of holiday cards from last year. Still full. Hmpf. That’s not good. Must find time to write people this year. I’ll move that box to the top of that pile, so I can see it. Not out of sight. Not out of mind…Geez!

My desk is truly a mess. How can we have so many notepads? I’ll just bunch those up and stuff them back in this drawer…Aha!

There’s that Cowboy Mouth disc! I really had a blast dancing to LeBlanc’s frenetic energy. What a great way to end a day at Jazz Fest! Oh, how I would love to escape again for a carefree weekend. Good music, good friends, good times. Of course, I’ve got to lost this weight first. I’ve just got to let it go!

That’s it! The biggest sacrifice I’ve made? My carefree spirit! It seems so superficial to say the day after Veteran’s Day and all. Yet, it is what it is. I sacrificed independence for my family. I gave it up in a karmic balancing act involving four high-risk pregnancies, two caesarian deliveries, and ten years of…Ding!


A dear friend from back in the day recently sent me this photo (1985?) . I hardly recognized myself but definitely remember my spirit.