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, January 28
OH HAIL
Last night we heard the characteristic soft hiss of fine hail, and ran outside to slide around a little on the petit pois sized ice balls. Then they got a little bigger-"Ow!".
