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
It's a little odd, knowing the birthday of my cat, even his birth order (youngest of four.) That's because he was born to a supposedly fixed cat adopted from a shelter by a friend of mine. It was kind of a strong arm kitten adoption ("You're my friend? You'll take a kitten, then.") but it turned out to be a wonderful thing. We all love this cat who, as his birthday card proclaims, is unique, fun, cute, smart and lovable! ♡☼♡ We keep him in kitty treats and he keeps our collective blood pressures down, a lovely symbiotic relationship!