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September 11th

We have lost so many loved ones on this day. It is so sad. Many years ago Joe and I had to put down my beloved little dog, Dinky, of seventeen years on this day, September 11. He provided so much affection and compassion for us and I miss his sweet smelling strawberry blonde fur and his contagious smile. … Continue reading →

Roseburg, Oregon

When I was growing up in Roseburg, Oregon, I was walking through two catastrophes.  Catastrophe number one was the Roseburg blast.  A truck carrying two tons of dynamite and four tons of blasting agents blew up killing thirteen people and injured many others including one, who later died because of the effects.  The mood was somber … Continue reading →

Book excerpt: My Mother

The tragedies and sadness of her past molded her into a person she did not want to become. She was a proud Brazilian whose beginnings contrasted with her life in the United States. She came with a sense of fun and a feeling of freedom and acceptance. Her heart danced with the rhythm of the … Continue reading →

Book excerpt: the wrath of God

That night the wind howls, and I think I am on a farm experiencing some tempestuous tornado. Mom’s chickens in the chicken coop are restless, and April and Patches, our horses, are stirring about, digging their hoofs into Ralph’s barbed wire fence. I witnessed a couple of gray-haired men with suspenders, overalls, and pitchforks on … Continue reading →

Book excerpt: Sherry baby

I was becoming physically and mentally changed. Songs had a deeper meaning to me, and every note and every word was embedded in my soul. I wore tight-denim jeans with pink ribbons braided in the side seams of them, and every time that I heard the song, “Sherry Baby,” on the radio, I slipped on my … Continue reading →

Book excerpt: my father

I showed some sensitivity toward him since distance had made us strangers, but I remember how heavy my heart felt as I grieved for the time we had lost. After catching up on our life’s experiences, he sent me away on a Greyhound bus to Salt Lake City and I met Mom and my stepdad … Continue reading →

Portraits of Tia Joanihihia and Sam

The Oregon Society of Artists art reception on Sunday August 4, 1-4pm was a huge success. I mingled with OSA old timers and talked with an author of World War II books. One hundred and six paintings were on display and three of mine were exhibited amongst the many. It was a treat to converse … Continue reading →