This is a sample of what my 10-year-old Anna scribbled at the table yesterday while I was washing dishes. There are artists on both sides of her family whose genes deserve much of the credit (sadly, they skipped right over me). Anna learned to draw from watching YouTube videos. It must be amazing to be able to pick up a pencil and create magic.
After a live AC/DC performance (my own), it occurred to me that I am incapable of pronouncing “dynamite” with an “a.”
My parents in 1966. They met at a Memorial Day party, when she was a freshman and he was a senior. Their song: Mr. Tambourine Man. Adorable or just plain dorky?
I’ve never been one to post selfies, but I am counting down the minutes until I get my hair done tomorrow.
