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
Saturday, April 9
DEVOTION
Utter and mutual. Makes me think of A Dog Year by Jon Katz. which I recently read. Lots in there about how devotion can be bought with a pocketful of liver treats. Yet, are humans so different? Maybe not with liver treats but isn't there at least some truth to the saying "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."? Cupboard love is often denigrated as shallow, when perhaps it is the most elemental and natural type of devotion there is.
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