Originally posted on International Foundation for Women Artists BLOG:
When I have an idea I love I can’t stop writing, it’s almost as important as breathing. – Jeanice Deering Tell us about you ? My name is Jeanice Deering. I have been married for 38 years, still amazed. We have three grown children, 2 boys…
We went to the land of magic at night on the longest day in June, under the birch and spruce trees near 100,000 lakes, as we waited for the waning moon. We ran and jumped while our gossamer scarves shimmered in bright purple and blue. For the song that we sang as we danced in… Continue reading A Summer Solstice
The wild bee sleeps in my sunflower forest, among the pistols and stamens, in the eye of the glowing yellow petals. She snuggles down with her fuzzy legs like a Teddy bear, her head resting on a stamen pillow. Her abdomen moves in and out as she breathes. (If we had a mini amplifier we… Continue reading In the Sunflower Forest Where the Wild Bees Sleep
One of my friends, Jane Risdon, wrote a piece on growing up in the early ’70’s and I started remembering things too. Back when the Beatles and the Stones were so popular ( I did like them, ‘like’ them) it was The Kinks I loved. Their music made me dizzy, and the lyrics, “You really… Continue reading I was a Hippie
Trip to the Vet.
If we get up at six a.m., make coffee to go, feed the cat and hurry on to the interstate, we can make it to the Veterinary Medical Teaching Hospital at the University of California, Davis, for a ten a.m. appointment. We let the students and vets take our dog, a female American Bulldog, named Miga.… Continue reading Trip to the Vet
For many years I worked at a department store on the beach in Florida. I was supervisor of the Gifts Department. We sold all kinds of souvenirs of the beach and many other interesting gift items. Our base crew was about 12 people and our company was owned by a nice old Southern family. In… Continue reading The Jar of Tea
Athena Sparrowhawk and the goddess.
When I was little I believed Christmas time was magic time. The angels would save the Little Match Girl and she wouldn’t really die in the street as the unaffected people walked by her. And the little boys, like Tiny Tim, would receive help from an unexpected source. The stories were written with kindness and… Continue reading Is Christmas Magic?
Space travel.
