Bone Gardens

I’ve continued to use the practice of painting as a healing balm, which has been especially helpful in these August weeks so close to the year mark of Vernon’s death ( the date is tomorrow, in fact!)  You may not be able to know without being told that all...

Remember Me

The memories continue to resurface from last year. I hope people don’t mind my sharing so many of them. I wonder if I’ll do the same next year. Maybe. Why not? I don’t want to forget.  As I’ve said before, its a lot like childbirth…such a...

Summer’s End (with Hamster)

On This Day in History: The kids started school last year and I went up to Costa Mesa with my packed bags, planning to stay near Vernon as long as I needed to (which turned out to be eight days.) No matter what, I was NOT going to miss his death…at least, I...

From/For the Archives

I received a surprise email yesterday from an old student friend of Vernon’s, someone I’ve never heard from before.  I’ll share some of it here to keep it in the Vernon-archives. It’s pretty funny. Dear Allison, I hope that you don’t mind...

The Gift of the North

The Norwegian trip last month was so healing and wonderful in so many ways, but one of the surprising gifts was the effect it had on my artwork. I came back from that light-filled expanse, not wanting to lose the surreal sense of space and grandeur. I thought...

Secondary Loss

  “Anger surfaces once you are feeling safe enough to know you will probably survive whatever comes. At first, the fact you lived through the loss is probably surprising to you. Then more feelings hit, and anger is usually at the front of the line as...