Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some
common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Wednesday, June 9
ASKEW Kind of sums it all up. Askew doesn't mean wrong. I've heard that even the earth is askew as it spins on its crooked axis. Henry is one with the cosmos in a way we can only dream of.