I want to start this by saying I really do love my sister – a lot – really – a lot. She is an amazing woman, has been through much, and never ceases to surprise me with what she accomplishes. Seriously. She loves spreadsheets…..adores them…..and plans her life with them. So does my daughter for… Continue Reading
Author Archives: Paula Jones
Celebrating Death
I’m in Kansas. Just married my daughter off in one of the most beautiful ceremonies ever (very prejudice here). Right before going to Mexico, we all got the news that my mom had a 90% occluded femoral artery and would require surgery on April 6th. During her pre-op exam – her chest x-ray reveal many… Continue Reading
I feel guilty….really, really, guilty….
….because I am an artist. Because I am an artist. And baffled and mystified and confused. Part of my job is to daydream, come up with new ideas, and to just be. And I feel guilty about that. I was raised with a VERY Midwestern work ethic. “Early to bed, early to rise, makes a… Continue Reading
Sometimes, it’s just a chihuahua…..
…….and not a demon, or a dragon. Interesting topic… And where oh where is THIS one going? Hmmmm… Always fun to find out how Paula’s brain actually works. Or not. But….here goes. I was talking to a friend this morning who is going through the most challenging time of her whole life. Very challenging. But,… Continue Reading
I must have been crazy….
….or was I? I first separated from my, now, ex-husband around Thanksgiving in 2006. I knew something wasn’t right. I just wasn’t happy. I was actually, rarely happy. Don’t get me wrong. He was and is a marvelous, wonderful, generous, very handsome man. We rarely argued. He was good to me. Very good. But, something… Continue Reading
Why are we here?
Exactly? Why are we here? I ask myself that question frequently. And yet, when I take the time to be quiet and go within myself, the answer is obvious. We are here to love, to be loved, to feel joy, to laugh, to forgive, to be compassionate, to be. To love one another as ourselves. … Continue Reading
