Tag: Aboriginal

  • Now for Something Completely Different

    Icicles I saw this quartz crystal at a bead show and was reminded of the long, sharp icicles that hung from the eaves of the house where I grew up. As kids, we’d break them off and sword fight with them, the icicle sticking to our mitts as it melted from our body heat, and bits…

  • Beginnings…

    Hello World! This is me – first day of school, many years ago. I was bright-eyed and full of anticipation and excitement when my big sister Rosie took me by the hand to deliver me to our one-room schoolhouse on the hill, a school ruled by the stern white-haired and stiffly-permed Mrs. Thiffault. As you…