Sunday in September

Posted September 12, 2021 by ManicDdaily
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I hope you are enjoying it.

What’s Happening?

Posted September 10, 2021 by ManicDdaily
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A race? A subterfuge? Sometimes it’s hard to know.

Happy Friday!

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Posted September 8, 2021 by ManicDdaily
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Staying with a child and already thinking of Halloween. I love the idea of bird costumes though not sure children (or parents) think along the same lines!

Texas – Caring About Children

Posted September 5, 2021 by ManicDdaily
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Hello all!

Oddly, enough, while drawing this picture yesterday, I thought a lot about Texas, the new law there that will make abortion nearly impossible. This will be accomplished, in part, by a bounty system targeting women in need.

The people who pushed this law claim to care about children. Yet, oddly, these same people don’t seem to push the covid vaccine even though the high vaccination of adults and teens is the best protection currently available to children. 

These people also typically oppose gun safety laws, as well as any restriction intended to promote clean water, clean air, or the future habitability of the planet.  All things that affect children a very great deal. 

Yet, in spite of all those contradictions, I do believe that many pushing the Texas law care about children. They are just not clear-sighted. And they also seem to have a strong idea that doing God’s work involves controlling and punishing people, particularly women. 

I care about children too. I want them to be loved, and taken care of, and to have enough to eat and to have opportunities to learn and to have a chance at living in this beautiful planet that we were lucky enough to evolve in.  (I say that as someone who also seems to believe in God, at least I pray an awfully lot!)

But I’m not sure that the Texas people would believe that I care about children or the idea of a God, because I also strongly support a woman’s right to have an abortion. 

Which brings me to the drawing above.  Made because I often do pictures for children. Because even though I believe that a woman has a right to control her own body, I also care about children.  And there is not the least contradiction there.  


Posted September 2, 2021 by ManicDdaily
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I started to write that I was flying today, but I realize that could mean that my spirits were lifting me to the skies, when in fact all that I am doing is boarding a plane. 

My first time on public transportation since the beginning of March 2020.  

I had intended to sit out the Delta variant, but things come up, and sometimes one also needs to. (Honestly, I feel blessed to be able to get to the place I want to go.)  But, of course, there is trepidation–will I be able to manage double-masking?  Do I need to?  Are the masks that I bought that are labeled some kind of N95 truly some kind of N95? What if we are delayed endlessly? What if we go down?  (I’m not actually so worried about that one. But we have been breathing an awfully lot of doom lately!)

Then there are the looking-out-the-window fears, the in-cabin concerns. Will the landscape look scorched? Will some passenger go beserk?

The pic above was done earlier this summer after hearing of the death of a dear friend, who dearly dearly loved to travel.  

The pic below is just one of my children’s variety, included with the hope of raising my spirits (and maybe yours a little) to the skies.  Yes, they look like they are about to crash, but isn’t the pull-out from the nose dive the exciting part? 

Stay well.    

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What Next?

Posted September 1, 2021 by ManicDdaily
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The progress of the year used to feel predictable, times like Labor Day weekend marking seemingly sure transitions. Of course, predictability seems lost these days, and, to be honest, may always have been rather imaginary. Here’s a little drawing of some kind of being concerned about what comes next. Luckily, the heavens seem to be smiling, though perhaps at an inside joke! All best!

This is a little pastel/charcoal drawing; sorry for the poor cropping–life very busy of late. As always, all rights reserved.

Horse (Sonnet)

Posted August 28, 2021 by ManicDdaily
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Horse Lying Down in Field


You see an old horse lying in a field
and after the alarm–is he okay?
think of your grandmother, how she wielded,
you were told, frayed rope and a cock-eyed pulley–
nothing that they owned worked right–to try
to keep a beloved horse on all fours,
believing that if he laid down, he would die,
but if they kept him up the night and more,
up, upon his hooves, all would be well. 

First, she swayed him high with her own arms,
but he was a horse. So, as he knelt,
she resorted to the hoists, as if charms
against gravity could ward off death.
How she wept, you were told, at his last breath. 


Here’s a little sonnet about a horse resting in a field and also about my grandmother, who loved horses.  A few years ago, I wrote another poem about this same story, called Colonel, that may be found here

Global Sadness

Posted August 27, 2021 by ManicDdaily
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Dear all, 

Another week nearly done.  A hard one. The world flooding with calamity, need, storms; the world aflame with arms, anger, fire. 

If you are in a physically quiet place, it feels like a good time to just sit still.  Although one also feels guilty, just sitting still.  

But the daily flow of events is overwhelming–a part of me tries to limit some of obsession with news, but that’s almost impossible.  There’s a part that just that–obsession.  But one also feels the importance of knowing what is going on in such difficult times; that the times deserve one’s attention. 

Those lost in Kabul yesterday deserve sadness, even as some of us would like to just not think about it. Those lost currently to Covid deserve sadness, even though some are tempted to opt for blame rather than pain.

It can feel particularly strange to grieve for others when one is conscious of great personal luck; when one feels almost artificial to feel sadness from a perch of relative stability, contentment. (Though, of course, even the luckiest among us has, or will have, or has had, some deep personal pain.  It’s how life is.)  

I don’t know what to say next, only that I don’t think it’s artificial to feel that collective sadness; I don’t know how else connection happens. 

Special Cow Training

Posted August 26, 2021 by ManicDdaily
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(Moon Jump)

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Posted August 25, 2021 by ManicDdaily
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This morning feet crossed my mind. Slightly aching feet. 

The pandemic has not been kind to my feet–not because I have walked so much more than normal, but because my online shoe shopping has proved less and less successful. (Feet feel trivial, I know, until they’re your feet.) 

To tell the truth, my foot problems started before the pandemic. Try the fifth grade, when my feet became size 10.

My feet also, at that time, became officially persona non grata.  I did not, in other words, even try to make them feel welcome.

I mean, come on.  Even if stores back then carried a nice style in size 10, the style would somehow lose its elan (especially when attached to fifth grade ankles.)

As time passed, my feet only grew stranger.  I discovered that they had extra bones; also, that, when combined with my favorite exercise programs, they were prone to bruised metatarsals, pulled tendons, plantar fascitis, bunions, split-skinned heels, the source of knee problems. 

Then, at last, I found a shoe that worked. Yes, they made my feet look like hooves. But I could wear them with dresses!  And walk miles!  

The company quickly went out of business. 

Okay, okay, but this was already the age of the internet! I bought up every pair I could find. Six or seven years worth!

That, sadly, was about ten years ago. 

Which brings me to the present. 

Suffice it to say that I now have enough ill-fitting shoes that I can rotate them over a few days. Which means I can move on to the next bad pair before whatever is wrong with this one becomes incapacitating.

And when I am really really in trouble, I wear some thick red boots that I bought mainly to use around Christmas, but now wear in August.  They are not great for walking miles, but…well, we manage. I would not call them ruby slippers, but they do make me feel a little bit witchy, and that can feel just right some times.    

Have a good day.

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