Category Archives: playing

Customer Appreciation Photo – Bree’s post office

A few days ago, good friend and Massage Therapist from Portland, Oregon, Andrew Jecklin sent me this photo of his daughter’s play Post Office. She uses the little miniature greeting cards and envelopes that I create from scratch as part of her mail delivery system. Kids love these little cards!

There are now 10 different sets of greeting cards listed in the shop now to choose from.

And just for size reference, they are tiny!

Thanks Andrew for sending me this photo!

Sexy Red Toes or Wiggle Those Toes!

Original ink drawing painted with watercolor. I added the beige sand colored background digitally using photoshop.

The weather is warming although the evenings are still dipping down into the single digits. Last night it went down to 4˚C. Not to Spring like at all.

This image is available as an archival print in my shop.

xoxo

In the walking one finds solace from the haunting past

Thanks range for the spark to write this.

I attended a public elementary school where corporal punishment was practiced. Boys and girls were segregated in the playground each having to play on opposing sides of the school. In Grade three this practice was abolished. Corporal punishment remained all six years I was a student there.

In grade three when I was ALLOWED to play with boys, we girls and boys were very confused. Off school property we had no problems with this.

In the mornings we had to say the Lord’s prayer. Anyone who wasn’t of Christian faith had to leave the room. I didn’t like it.

This is what I remember in Saint john, New Brunswick, Canada from a couple of decades ago. There may have been rules or policies in place about the lord’s prayer that I, as a 5 to 11 year old were not aware of, but the memories of hearing the strap waft down that single corridor from the principals office and watching the boys play on the better side of the school playground still echo firmly in my mind.

Not all was bad at that elementary school. Three of those six years I was taught by fabulous teachers whom ignited the imagination and nourished the creative side.

But this post is about corporal punishment. Continue reading

Happy Birthday Stephen – poem or lyrics

Today is my Brother Stephen’s 31st Birthday. Happy Birthday Stephen! I love you little brother.

There was a time when I was bigger than you.
That time wained in our teens
when you sprouted those inches
and to this day, remain bigger than me.

You loved me unconditionally —– little brother—.
You stood up
for me when things got tuff
with my ex’s or —– outta hand.
You helped me during those rough times an’ in my teens and twenties.

And now today you are 31 little brother
and I your big sister couldn’t be more proud of you
for going after your dreams
and always living life to it’s fullest.

You made me both laugh and scream with your childhood antics,
yet through it all we remained friends and siblings, forever ecstatic!

You were fascinated with fire,
with wood and all things creepy crawly.
I remember joining you
roaming these woods
in search of bull frogs and grass snakes
baiting lines with minnows
and cooking mud cakes!

We raced your dinky cars down the stairs
through the front hallway
then kitchen,
onwards and downwards
until
crash
they flew off
their shiny blue
and yellow lined track.

I remember the day I moved away
leaving for college
you drove me to the corner store
to pick up some smokes.
A song on the radio I loved
began to play.

We continued driving in silence
while the song played out,
even though I had said “oh lets go home”.
You replied “You love this song.”
and continued cruising
through the old neighborhood.

I wish I could have been nicer,
taking back all the yelling and sarcastic remarks.

Really though,
today little brother
you are as dear to me now as you were back then.

Love Jessica.
PS – Hope we get to play in the sand this summer, whether it be here in Wild West or there, Back East.