dAD lEFT tHE nEXT mORNING 😦
The Name is “Mutti” Mutti was a speck of a hope of dust when she first came to life. In German, her name is a term of endearment from child to mother. I… Continue reading
Our family, naif version, by Carlos Marenco from Masaya, Nicaragua. Part of a larger painting with scenes from Nicaragua and of friends that was commissioned as a going away gift for Claudio Tomasi… Continue reading
gETTIN SOME cHOW bEFORE THE aSCENT.
lIVING LIKE A sPARTAN … nOTE tHE pICTUREON tHE wALMART bOX.
A Fire Fly Smile We are not born alone … We are born amazed. A completely pristine white page of talent waiting to be uncreased and unfurled to the end of all that… Continue reading
Meet My Dad. This is a long lost picture of my father that my brother Hugh sent to me from Nicaragua. He is your grandfather Maria. He was an associate professor of French… Continue reading
tHE fRONT eND OF bEING IN tEXAS
kASH AND i pUT tHIS bABY tOGETHER
cLEARING oUT tHE gARDEN aREA …
tHIS gUY dROPS bY eVERY sPRING…
sHE sEWED THE bUNNY hERSELF 🙂
dAD, kASHMIR, mARIA, eMILY, AND hANNAH