Darryle Pollack | I never signed up for this...
confessions of a cluttered mind
In one of those ironies of life and timing, this summer I became part of the American Cancer Society’s Blogger Council, working on the ACS new campaign for more birthdays. I couldn’t have guessed how the combination of cancer and birthdays would hit so close to home last week with the sudden death of my friend Carol. Yesterday’s [...]
What a life. What stories. Who could have imagined how the adored baby of the family would turn into a real life Teddy bear— who would bear so much—-in whose warm embrace the whole family felt safe and secure. And yet….how many times must Teddy have thought to himself—I never signed up for this….So it [...]
I’m on a plane writing this. I used to love flying and then when I became a mother I suddenly became terrified to fly alone in case of a crash leaving my kids motherless. So for the first 8 years I had kids, I never got on a plane without them. Once I got [...]
Celebration of life. Over the last 24 hours, that phrase took on a mixed meaning—with some common themes: 60 years. Old friends and new, coming together. Lots of connecting, lots of hugging, lots of stories. Homemade desserts. My marathon birthday reached a crescendo last night at my friend Jane’s house. I was surrounded by [...]
Years ago when I was a young mom living in Los Angeles, I associated crises with casseroles. It seemed as if whenever something serious happened, a group of women would circle the wagons around the woman in need of support— and magically, casseroles would appear at her door every night until the crisis passed. For a [...]
“Feeling happiness and gratitude—and thinking you can’t feel one without the other”: That’s what I wrote to update my Facebook status earlier today. Right afterwards I sat down to write a blog postscript on my birthday—- when the phone rang and pierced my cocoon of chocolate and family. Now… a few hours and a lifetime later… I’m back to that post. [...]
Besides Daniel coming home, my nephew Aaron is also visiting–he’s the one who got us to—and from—the Obama inauguration. So since he gave me a piece of American history I returned the favor with some family history— going through some boxes with my father’s and mother’s notebooks from high school and college. To me, this stuff [...]
Like most people, when I think of the sixties I’m thinking of the 1960’s. Sure hope my sixties will be as exciting as that. The decade started quietly. V was asleep. I stayed up till 3 a.m. wasting time working. The first voice of the decade: Alli’s. I was still asleep when she called on her way [...]
I’m not a car person. This is, for me, a rare understatement. If they have safety features, and get me from point A to point B, I don’t care about cars at all. V has bugged me for years to get rid of my car. First it was a point of principle with me. Now [...]
After becoming a writer, artist, TV journalist, mother and breast cancer survivor----I realize nothing turns out the way we expect. So I blog about handling the big and little things — with humor, humanity, and hope.
The knobs say it all: Susan is the super-hero inside every woman. Made of ceramic knobs, hand–painted tiles, on a painted background. Measures 12″ X 12″ .
It's the combination, of course. And the locks will open for the right person---(to be revealed on the back when you take her home.) Made of combination locks and hand-painted tiles on a painted background. Measures 14" by 14".
Pun intended. A nice pair---of pears...made of miniature porcelain boxes, surrounded by painted tiles and broken china on a painted background. Measures 11" square.
Hope: not only on her driver’s license, but in her heart. Ceramic ribbon, hand-painted tiles on a painted background, measures 9 inches square.
Word surrounded by hand-painted tiles in bright and beautiful (gold and marine blue) colors, with border of tiny gold tiles. Measures 11" square.
True beauty lies in the imperfections. Irregular mirror surrounded by hand-painted tiles with a border of ceramic tiles. Measures 11" square.
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