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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Oh me. Oh Mama.

I love my mom.  She came over at nine something the other night, even after I told her on the phone that I was just FINE, but she came over anyway.  She just let herself right on in, in her pretty polka dot satin pajamas and squishy slippers, and she just climbed in my bed with me even though I was almost asleep and went to sleep with me because she knew I really wanted her to be there.  That is why I love my mom.


  1. This is beautiful, Meredith. I read your previous post too, and was going to respond. I have tried writing a blog, and I am not quite as talented writer as you. Your personal stories are just as engaging and important as the ones that discuss the subject of painting. You sound like amidst all of your difficulties right now you are successful at finding your center. I know that things will improve for you, because
    that's what life does. It always seeks balance and growth and if we can appreciate it we can grow with life.
    Your new work looks beautiful. Can't wait to see more.

  2. Thank you, Anya. I apologize for the delayed response, but I only just now realized there was a comment. Like most everyone, I am always trying to stay centered. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it does not work at all. I are a fine writer, and I would love to read your blog (and see your new paintings!) if you ever decide to write it. Keep me posted.