Darryle Pollack | I never signed up for this...
confessions of a cluttered mind
I see a lot of movies and I don’t often mention them. But this time I have to make an exception. For a couple reasons: goats and George Clooney. After my recent goat sightings, I figured this had to be a winning combination. Wrong. There ARE goats in the movie—-and they come off better [...]
Not really, to tell the truth. So why am I suddenly noticing that food occupies such a prominent position on my brain blog? (That was a rhetorical question, by the way.) If you DO like to cook—then trust me on this: instead of hanging out with me today, you’ll want to be with my friend [...]
Lately people tell me my blog-life sounds like one big party. Which is pretty ironic. I might be partly a party animal but I’m not exactly living in a party town. Actually that’s been one of the hardest parts of learning to live in a small town. Especially this small town—where they roll up the [...]
I have that rarest of treasures: two of them. Two children who did the stuff everyone wants their kids to do: Not losing sweaters and jackets. Getting school permissions slips signed and turned in on time. Not forgetting lunchboxes at home (okay, just once or twice) Now they’re older– and they’ve turned into two responsible [...]
Possibly I”m one of the last people on the planet to hear about Jill Bolte Taylor. I didn’t read her book, or watch her with Oprah, or see the video of her talk at TED that went viral. I didn’t know that in 2008, TIME Magazine named her one of the 100 Most Influential People [...]
Life is short; eat dessert first. As a breast cancer survivor, I’ve always followed that rule. Life is short. I feel amazingly lucky just to be here; to be alive; blessed by extra time I didn’t expect to have—so far, 14 years and counting. I’ve always felt young and optimistic and full of life and [...]
One day after Halloween and I’m eating my words (in addition to eating all the leftover candy…) There are some advantages to an empty nest. With the kids gone, you can act like kids. Here’s how V and I spent the night: No costumes. No handing out candy. No tricks. Just treats. We went [...]
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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