The mattress was like a cruise ship, not thrilling enough. So the next day I decided to ditch the mattress and shoot the rapids on a styrofoam noodle.
The sky is almost always mesmerizing, never static.
Theaters, nightclubs, concerts, choirs, art exhibits, vernisagges all gone, shutdown, locked up and closed. Musicians and comics unemployed. Never have the arts and artists experienced such an unforeseen and immediate … Continue reading The Show Must Go On
By Marilyn French St. George
Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.
by Ilse Turnsen
“I perceived, heading toward me, a shimmering projectile, which as it neared, corporealized into a young boy, I judged to be about three years old…”
Hello, sun in my face ” she writes
Streams are connections that enable us to thrive.
Community is a word we all know and appreciate..
Let me share with you a wonderful November day which included sunshine, wonder, beauty, and merriment.
Why is it another episode of The Crown or Ru Paul’s Drag Race has taken precedence?