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
Friday, February 25
TEAPOT OF GHOSTLY BEAUTY I never saw anything like this presentation of tea at a recent dinner party I attended. It was delicious tea, too. Somehow, though, there was an eerie sense of drinking up a small universe, sort of a "Horton Hears a Who" feeling.