Someone has to say it, so it might as well be me: Jeeze. I go away for a year and LOOK at the mess the world gets itself into. So I’m very happy to be baaaaaaack: Voice of Reason, thy name is Vivian.
Thank you all, Dear Readers, for all your notes last week, welcoming me back […]
We love Pumpkin Time here on the shores of the Long Island Sound.
I detect a slight flaw in the Pumpkin Placement Plan here.
Pumpkin Time is a good time to remember the most lonely word in the English language: Orange. The color gets a bad rap for being garish and unfriendly but some of my […]
This is why I am illustrating my Damn Garden Book instead of photographing it:
This (above) is the entrance to the Secret Garden belonging to my neighbor (and most excellent Chilled Wine Cocktail On The Patio Hostess). You have to walk through the wooden doorway to get to this:
Now, if I were a mere photographer I […]
So, it’s Friday evening and I’ve poured myself a nice cold of Pinot G., and I’ve met my deadlines for the week (yes, Dear Readers, sometimes people actually pay me to write.) and you and me can discuss the crucial issues of the day.
Namely, Summer is over. I watched it go, sitting in my backyard, […]
Last Sunday Top Cat took me into a magical woods on the southern shore of the Long Island Sound…
…otherwise known as The Gold Coast of Ye Olde Long Island…
…where Ye Olde Money of yore transplanted ancient yew trees from the Olde Worlde to make Instant Stately Homes (now gone to ruin)…
…and where the haunted forest […]
As a writer/illustrator who doesn’t want to bore my dear blog readers I tend to focus on the illustrating party of my work because if I wrote about writing all you’d see is a picture of me sitting at desk, pulling my hair out.
If I wanted to bore the dear readers of this blog, I would blog about […]
It is December, 1966. I am ten years old and in sixth grade at North Willow Grove Elementary School. In a parallel universe there is a girl my age with perfect hair walking to school with her little sister:
In this parallel universe this girl’s name is Elizabeth Terry (although it appears that we use the […]
I had a really bad idea last week.
But first, a quick digression: Check out this window of W H Smith, the largest English bookstore in Paris, on the Rue de Rivoli (did I mention that it’s in PARIS? As in PARIS, FRANCE?):
See that book on the right? SEE IT?!?!?!? I’m so excited. I know […]
Marrakech in five words: Not Everyone’s Cup of Tea.
I had some trepidations about going to Morocco, alone, having had some previous experience traveling in African and Moslem countries which, being female and an animal lover, did not bode well for this trip. So that’s why I only gave myself 48 hours […]