“Whatsup? Basura Cat said to me, “Not much,” I replied, “What’s up with thee?” “Not a thing,” she casually replied, As we both watched the moon cross over the sky. “It’s quiet,” she said, as I patted her head, "Most of our friends are asleep in their beds." "But you…
Twice a year, the city of San Antonio comes out and picks up bulky items that people don't want. People put all kinds of stuff out in front of their homes. Furniture, mattresses, appliances, fencing, tires, broken TV's, baby stuff, it's a cornucopia of mismatched items. There's also a competition,…
The Adventures Of Basura Continue... My Cat Has Pink Eye ~ by me Basura Cat was hiding today, I called and called for her to come out and play. I found her tucked far away under my bed, “Good morning, my darling cat,” I said. But Basura was sad and…
It’s hard to write today. Words seem far off in the distance. Ruth Bader Ginsburg passed away last night at the age of 87. It feels like I’ve lost a treasure and friend. I’m at a loss, I feel robbed of my ability to grieve as it is replaced with…
I started writing this 3 years ago, inspired after watching the leaves dance in the breeze. Wondering if they too, have trouble letting go of the familiar and venturing into the unknown. The main reason that I waited so long to finish this, was I thought I needed an illustrator,…
He’s a great kid, to me at this age; they’re all kids. He looks at life with a gentle heart. He wants to travel after High School, wants to feel the world. He wants to make a difference. Basura Cat knows my students, a great judge of character. For some…
I've been teaching on Zoom ~ then as the number of COVID-19 cases started to drop, started teaching in person at my home studio. I have a plexiglass divider between my students and me. We're at least 6 feet apart. It's okay, if once the student is seated, that they take off…
It's now September, COVID~19 came in March and has overstayed it's welcome. It's a Mad World right now in many ways, within this time, Sofia has found her passion. She makes things ~ she loves it. She's gifted at it. The following is her story. Sofia And The "She Shed"…
The Adventures Of Basura Continue... My Cat, The Therapist ~ a short poem by me Basura Cat asked me, “Why are you so mad?” "Did I do something wrong, was I being bad?” I stopped what I was doing and sat down for a chat For sometimes, I am not…
He Knew...it's on tape, undeniable, irrefutable...He Knew. It's the worst relationship of my life, the one with him. Feeling trapped, feeling betrayed, saddened by our tolerance for inappropriate behavior. He lies and people say, "Oh well..." It sickens my heart. It's wrong, we had and have the right to know the…