Anne Buchanan

Loss After Loss The Essence of the Thing As most often now, Ken was sleeping when I entered his room.  He opened his eyes, said hello, and dozed off again. ...

I’ve written a blog post about my husband’s dementia. No, about dementia, about reality.

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With Trump and his minions always in the background — so much cruelty all the time — it’s good to draw and paint. Here’s yesterday’s watercolor of my cat, Oliver.

This is a book review but it’s also an exploration of death. Aren’t they all?

There’s a small nest in a small tree on a path near me. I don’t know who built it, and it was never finished, and I think it’s beautiful. I’ve been drawing it in its different iterations for months. Here it is after the leaves on the tree opened. Pen and ink.

Sure looks like it.

Photo from my walk this morning. Happy January 6th.

I wanted to cancel one of the lines on my Verizon account. I was hoping I could do it without calling, but couldn’t find that option. So I asked.