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
Tuesday, January 9
ZEBRA
on my windowsill. Whenever I see a zebra I think of the saying When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras. Meaning the simplest explanation (or diagnosis) is probably the correct one. This precept is also known as Occam's Razor. I do think it is generally true. But when in life you have had a few presumed horses turn suddenly into zebras... you learn to keep one eye out for stripes!
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