In the Light of Newness

This new year, I approach in the light of newness
In this newness lives my pledge of faith, spirit and fellowship written in the persistent hand of love
Every day will forever be a new opportunity to move forward

There will be no:
there will never be another
from where I start
in whatever I do
there will only be newness
giving the best that is possible within me
working not at “re”solutions
but solutions
within the brightness of a new day
arrived at with the clarity of forgiveness, the hope of promise and the fortitude of human spirit
Caroline and Max spiritThe only “re” I plan on allowing is recycling:)
This mural in the big son’s room will be painted over this winter-it is time
Caroline and Max years ago:)
I wish you all a beautiful NEW YEAR
See you all on the other side of 2016!


Of Peppermint Pigs and Promises

Dear Friends,
Sixteen years ago I learned about a 134 year-old Christmas tradition. The giant husband and I had been dining with friends during the Christmas holiday when one of the wives took out a small satchel. From the satchel fell a little hard candy, pink pig. My friend explained that the candy pig was broken and eaten for good luck in the new year. She told me breaking a Peppermint Pig was a longtime tradition. I was quite amazed and stunned that a Christmas enthusiast such as myself had never heard of a Peppermint Pig. The following year I learned about the Christmas Pickle…who knew…
Here’s a link to The New York TImes article, if you’d like to read about the Peppermint Pig’s sweet history.
Peppermint PigsNow there’s another reason for this post. A few weeks back I promised a wonderful blogging friend I’d show her how to draw a pig. So Deb, as promised, please see sketch below. It’s all about seeing the basic shapes and once you can see the shapes you will become a pig master 🙂
How to PigI don’t own pigs and Rocky the Shepherd refused to wear pink, so I used a few reference photos. (I just googled pig and picked a couple:,,

Thank you. May you dream of good fortune and delicious Peppermint Pigs.
And in the words of Turbo Man, “Always keep your promises if you want to keep your friends.” (Jingle All the Way – Holiday Comedy starring the cinematic giant himself, Arnold Schwarzenegger)
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Vulcan Milano’s Promise

Dear Friends,
Please excuse the length of this post. It’s longer than usual. I will be offline a few days, so for those of you who don’t mind reading my posts, I thought you wouldn’t mind reading a bit each day if that suits you. It’s a story about a man named Vulcan Milano and his dream to help the world. Thank you.

Vulcan Milano’s Promise

Though his strong body and bright mind did their best of convincing him otherwise, Vulcan Milano reached retirement age. This master builder and metal worker had made a secret commitment long ago. A promise that could only be honored while he had both resources and sinew. It required every last bit of scrap from Vulcan’s amusement business – and could possibly take several years – he wasn’t sure. Vulcan had also promised his wife, Millicent a peaceful retirement filled with grandchildren visits and sunset walks along the beach. He would not let her down.

So Vulcan Milano began. He toiled alone, day after day, night after night fashioning a teeter-totter the likes of which no man had ever seen. For this would be no ordinary teeter totter, but a testament to the life of a passionate individual and a gift to the world. After nine months of intense labor the teeter-totter was finished. Vulcan was pleased. Never before had such a beautiful seesaw graced his factory floor. The dark green triangular fulcrum appeared deceptively small. The bright sky-blue, ten-thousand footlong teeter-totter shone beneath the florescent lights. Truly it was a marvelous thing to behold.

Vulcan then called in his best amusement movers. One-hundred burly men and one-hundred equally powerful women cast steel hooks around the magnificent seesaw. Following Vulcan’s instructions, the ten-thousand footlong amusement was brought to an enormous expanse of sleepy grass by the east-west sea. A tear escaped Vulcan’s eye as he unveiled his final masterpiece to Millicent. She admired the shiny teeter-totter awhile. How proud she was of her husband. After staring a good long time, Millicent turned to Vulcan. “My darling husband, such a magnificent thing to behold. Why ever did you build it so large?”

Vulcan expected this. He’d been preparing his response for over fifty-five years. The first time he ever held a socket wrench and felt the heaviness of it in his calloused hands. He understood the weight of possibility when things are new. He took his wife’s delicate hand in his. Vulcan’s eyes remained fixed on the magnificent teeter-totter. His words poured out slowly, “Loving wife, anyone is free to ride. They can choose their seat and sit supporting each other. If too many people sit on one end, the seesaw will sink into the grass. If too few people sit on the opposite end, they will go so far up that they will be lonely. It will take cooperation from all sides. If they manage agreement, they will fly up and down as never before. The wind, the sun, the very clouds will lift their tummies and make them joyful.”

Millicent softly nodded her head. The young eyes of the selfless man she’d married all those years ago, had grown brighter with age if that was possible. She posed a second and final question, “My darling husband, why ever did you paint the fulcrum such a plain green when all your fulcrums have been silver with your bright red logo?”

A smile pulled Vulcan’s lips upward. He gave Millicent’s hand a gentle squeeze. His bright eyes moved to the calm sea where the orange sun was painting cream-sickle ripples across the water. “Loving wife,” he spoke in whispers now, “some riders know the particulars of levers and fulcrums, mechanics, science and mathematics. I painted the fulcrum green that it may hide in the grass and be lost as an unimportant thing.”

Millicent and Vulcan watched the glorious sun sinking into its evening slumber. The sea of aqua glass darkened. Vulcan patted the ten-thousand-foot, sky-blue teeter-totter then turned to Millicent, “And now my darling wife, let’s take a long walk upon the cooling sands…”



Thank you. May you dream of riding a giant seesaw and smile as your tummy lifts…

Fulcrum created with Prisma pencils, July 23, 2014 with a light heart and heavy eyelids 🙂