tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83999795580881821442011-11-11T15:47:09.807-08:00IT'S SUNDAY AND I AM IN NEW YORK: Life, family, friendships and artArt Is...Slanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663169478540309645noreply@blogger.comBlogger1681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399979558088182144.post-49631491739860627902011-11-11T03:06:00.001-08:002011-11-11T03:06:44.412-08:00

Sometimes you need to stop and breathe in the air…that would be the air of excitement and joy of a little boy who was going on his first trip to NYC.   Max and I sat down the morning of our Field Trip and we planned where we wanted to go...Armed with our google map with all the destinations marked, we boarded our train with glee and a desire that the next stop would be Grand Central…even an

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  Hi everyone! I know I know….it has been way too long…like almost the whole of summer…and I will report in on that.  But wanted to share with you a lovely experience my friend and I had. Click on the link below.  Scroll down and you will see what looks like a video that you can play with me and Ellen smiling back at you.  It is an audio interview that we did with Ricë.  What fun we had. http://

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  “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” Dr. Seuss Sending you lots of love on this happy and exciting day that is all yours.  Remember you can sleep next week!! We love you

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  But a few continents, water and the ties of life separate us. I would probably be washing up the dishes left behind by the previous evening’s family dinner (unless of course Gran had got there first).  So then maybe I would be folding the laundry that is on the dining room table.  We would be having tea or perhaps we have taken a walk to the local French patisserie for some real coffee? It is

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  and Max is our magic man. Getting home these days requires a lot more planning than it did five years ago. We have become in a large way less of a tourist and more of a local which means a lot more commitments by all of us to activities and people in our life. So when I saw a window of time to get home, show the family that yes we still know the way home and to check they were all still

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  How does one define fame?  The dictionary refers to fame as having “Widespread reputation” but how widespread does that need to be in order for you to be famous? I am famous for: Trusting Loving Caring Crying Loyalty Generosity Loudness Bossiness Friendship Honesty (about being bossy) Creating Volunteering Making lists Being the class

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  "Friends are the sunshine of life." -- John Hay (1871)

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Dear Nanny; I just rang the hospital but they said you were discharged...but of course! You had to get to the club for your birthday...yes? Happy Birthday – 91 Strong!  I hope you had a lovely day.  We are starting January 14 now so I will do something nice for someone else in your honor today. It is extremely cold here (-2F) but life goes on.  Rose and Max have school today

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  January Life decisions February The love of siblings March The loss of our Grampi April The joy of family   May The blessings of friends June Remembering that life is like a carnival, no ride is the same July Dancing to the same song for seven years and never missing a beat August New roads to travel Same entertainment September Granny always knows

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This is a fairly common statement in the world of art and mixed media that I move in these days.   Reminding adults that they are not too old to get the glue out, get their hands messy and create.  Yet when we do get our hands dirty, and messy and when we do create, we are often critical of the end product.  We often look at the project sample and think ours has to be “exactly the same”.  We

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As you think back to your childhood, is there a dish that your mum, dad or someone special cooked?  and no I am not talking about Nanny’s junket desserts or her famous curried eggs.  It would be that dish that when you knew it was coming, your mouth would water, although the curried eggs that had been stored on the dining room table for 2 days did that too.  With this dish you would savor

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It really doesn’t matter whether you are 46 or 4. Sponge Bob, Party Hats, Chocolate cake with M&M’s, and candles that don’t blow out…are the only way to celebrate your birthday. Oh and family…The Engineer now has a Kindle so he will gladly accept Kindle vouchers from Amazon…there are over 200,000 history books he can choose from! Rose and I were present for this auspicious occasion,

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We live in a predominantly Italian town…well we did but we have now moved 5 minutes north and this town is predominantly Jewish with a few Italian's thrown in for good measure… All around our streets right now you can see wooden crates (no I was not quick enough to take a photo) out ready for pickup by the trash guys. The crates hold these -   Well imagine my delight when I

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  Our summer has been a blur and only a few of us have taken time to relax …. totally We got through the “moving house” bit although boxes are still to be unpacked.  Maybe if they are not unpacked, it means I don’t need them….I certainly didn’t have all this stuff when we moved here! So let us do a quick recap: Rose sang up a storm in RENT and her lovely group of friends came for moral

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  It is with a sense of contentment that I look at this photo and see the peace and joy on the face of my Kel and her Sisters. Four generations stand before you.  One embarking on a new journey and the other three who stand with love, proudly beside this wonderful young woman – their daughter, their grand daughter and their great grand daughter.  They too can be at peace knowing that

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These beautiful girls will be joining the beautiful women in Nashville where they will commence a new journey. Did you know with total conviction what you wanted to do, where you wanted to be when you were 21? Well in a few days my niece will be 22 so maybe that makes all the difference? I doubt it. At 22, I was a little lost, travelling back to South Africa to see if I could find

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Cause you are you - The way you share You are you  - How you wear your hair You are you - With the words you speak You are you  - You're so unique

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View Full Album Ellen and I recently had the opportunity to host the first of what we hope will be many, small art party’s at The Homestead.  It seemed fitting that our first party teacher should be Pamela Huntington who we did not know four years ago and now can’t imagine our Art Is… life without her.  When so many doubted us and our plans to create the unique East Coast Art Retreat that is

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May the sun radiate the fire of your spiritMay the moon reflect the beauty of your soulMay the earth reveal the vitality of your beingMay the sky fill the vision of your dreamsMay the wind whisper the wisdom of your sacred selfMay the stars sing the music of your song, andMay the rainbow illuminate always the love of your heart... It was a week of learning to appreciate the power of intent,

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Over the past seven years we have reinvented ourselves a number of times and recently we did so again.  We have moved into a home that is like a castle for this Prince! Built in 1920 and originally owned by a German American family, the home sits splendidly amongst the trees in our new neighborhood.    The Engineer has been excited to find treasures such as Trench Art in the form of a lamp

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  Happy Birthday Su Su. 

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  Four years ago I lay praying, with every nerve in my body on fire and shaking.  What would the next few hours bring to me, flossy and the Engineer. This little man has turned our lives upside down but we wouldn’t have it any other way. Happy Birthday Mighty Max!

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I thought I should write down a few things I think your Grampi would want you to remember. Never sit still but always have a stool handy if you need to. Know how to mend a roof or train others to do it for you. Tell stories and make sure you tell the same one more than once. Love your sons, because they will mend your roof. Love your daughters, for they

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I find it interesting, as I study the deep and meaningful sides of life, that I will often ‘channel’ my mother these days. Of course I wouldn’t tell her that because she is dynamite already and knowing that many of my successes are due to my “channeling” will just reinforce her knowledge that while we don’t say it often enough, we do think she is pretty terrific! So when I was asked to

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Oh to be a student in Max’s classroom.  In celebration of winter and the Olympics… They have gone figure skating … tying wax paper to their shoes and “skating” on the rug. They have gone skiing … tying wax paper on their shoes, holding 2 broomstick handles and “skiing” down a mat which was elevated to give the effect of skiing down a mountain. They also went ice fishing in the water table

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Sunday, 14 March 9:00 - 4:00 pm Danbury Plaza Hotel, 18 Old Ridgebury Road, Danbury, CT This class is suitable for any level, including beginners The Cobbler's Daughter lives in an old ramshackle house in a small seaside village. She lives with her father, the Cobbler and helps him each day repair the shoes of the villagers... The Cobbler's Daughter was created by Ellen

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In the early hours of dawn, we paused a moment to breathe.  The trees heavy with their burden of soft snow.    Not even the whisper of wind could change the color of the snow covered branches that we can see from out our bedroom window. The swing lay idle, the slippery dip covered.  Even my sunshine wall art was barely visible. Carved to an inch of the rail, the snow sat regal,

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It is 6.36am on Saturday morning and I sit, waiting for the massive snow storm that was supposedly coming.  It is at these early hours (I have been getting up at 4am) that I think about my Dad and how he would rise early to start his day.  It is very peaceful at this hour and allows me to breathe.  Today is meant to be a big day.  Max starts (mummy and me) swimming lessons – I am so excited

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Freezing freeezing freeeezing here in NYC.  So we played inside today. Peek a boo Thanks Papa for brightening our day!  Don’t you love the “Say Cheese”? With 2 seconds of snow joy.  Interestingly we needed no encouragement to come inside for hot milk and snuggles on the red couch!

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I encourage you to read this post, written so beautifully by my talented and gifted friend – Loretta aka Mrs. Pom I share this with you in memory of Hilda, Heather, Mavis, Mildred, Hazel, Winnie, Helen, Rita, Judith, Betty, Edna, Whitey, Granny (the original), Pa, Grandpa, Uncle Justin, Uncle Gordon, Norna, Nane, and all those wonderful people who played a role in my life.  Oh if I could have

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It was January 4 when I began this post and in those 4 days of 2010 we had done so much. New Year’s Eve was spent separated from the boys with the girls watching Harry Potter, and enjoying room service in Nashville and the boys watching Wubbzy, and enjoying who knows what – probably bacon and nuggets with juice on the side. Flossy and I began 2010 with big hugs and kisses with niece 1 and the

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It is coming up to seven years of Sundays in NYC and we have tried very hard to create what we love but didn’t realize how much until it was miles away back home… Family! Christmas Eve was spent with our lovely friends who have been in our NYC life almost since our first day.  They have supported us in our endeavors, supported us in our stressful times and cared for us when we needed it. 

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Last year Rose and her friend celebrated their birthdays in a unique way by creating Christmas stockings for the kids in the afterschool program at Abraham House. It was a wonderfully successful venture on so many fronts, so we decided to make this donation again but this year, working with the wonderful Mrs Harris at school, we were able to involve the teachers and all students in our daughter’s

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  As I sit in the darkened room at the Gaylord Opryland Hotel (pure fantasy hotel – another story will come), I think about the year that has passed and the speed that it flew. I couldn’t think of a finer way to finish 2009 than to go to the happiest place on earth and watch how its lights, sounds, animations, people, rides, food and happy chaos sent Maxie man on a tail spin where we had no

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Namely Gran, Nanna and Nanny – who spent way too much on postage but who all ensured we had a lovely morning.  This entry is for you! Like a little fairy came visiting, the parcels arrived under the tree on Christmas Eve. It was kisses all around for my birthday presents from Nanny and Gran.  If you look v. closely you will see my present from Neil.  A necklace made by the incomparable

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Stay tuned for a full update.  We are currently suffering the effects of too much of a good thing.

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At the request of flossy, we are staying “home” this Christmas.  We will not be travelling like we have the last couple of years, so her request gave me a chance to decorate.  I think she and the Engineer are now wondering whether I may have started drinking the eggnog a little early but the pleasure it has brought me and (they will not admit it) my family has been worth it. Six years ago as we

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Three years ago we were blessed. Every year we make a point to visit those who played a role in ensuring that our blessing thrived.  This year we received a wonderful parcel, hand delivered by Gran.  My mum has a beautiful friend who is a most wonderful quilter.  Clare created all of these most magnificent quilts.     Each one made with beautiful fabrics and sewn with love.  Aren’t they

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250 little houses created by loving parents and staff for the children at Maxie Man's school. They are slated to decorate them next week! It was a great opportunity to finally meet some of the other mum's and for a moment the comraderie made me feel like I was back with my girls in the portable classroom at Asquith PS! There were even parents whose children no longer come to the school...they

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My daughter’s school have this fabulous night that encourages all the girls and the main man in their life, to come together for a night of good food and great dancing. Nights like these, truly reflect how fast time seems to fly and while I still see this little face when I look at her, she really has grown into this beautiful girl Yet it is comforting to know that while she has grown up on

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When I review my photos, I realize how much we pack into our life.  Since I last posted we Put on our Bows and Bow ties Delivered Quilts to the Babies Decked the Halls and had a hoedown around the Christmas Tree Which doesn’t seem like much until you realize that we achieved all this plus a dose of Tonsillitis in a matter of 9 days! We also had a first!  Our first visit to the dentist

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November 29, 2009 An Australian National campaign titled R U OK?Day will be held on Sunday November 29, 2009. The aim of R U OK?Day is to bring Australians together to help prevent the isolation that can lead to such outcomes as people taking their own lives. The inaugural R U OK?Day on Sunday November 29th will inspire Australians to reach out to anyone doing it tough in order to prevent

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It doesn’t matter if you are a great cook or a not so great cook.  It doesn’t matter if you are cooking the entire dinner or ordering in from Whole Foods or Stop n Shop and it certainly doesn’t matter if your contribution is dessert or the entire banquet…everyone should look great during the holiday season. These aprons have been beautifully made by the very clever Australian artist, Karenne

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There is always a way. When things look like there is no way, there's a way - to do the impossible. To survive the un-survivable, there is always a way…and you, you and I have this in common, we are inspired. In the face of the impossible, we're inspired. Today, if you become frightened - instead become inspired.Isaac (Character in Grey's Anatomoy)

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We had the unique opportunity this year to celebrate Halloween through the eyes, ears, mouth of a three year old!  A week of celebrations at school, including picking his own pumpkin from the special pumpkin patch, closed with the climax of Trick or Treating – a term that Max has come to know and love! Joined by his sister and her friend, Max dressed as a Yankee which was in keeping with

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Dear Mrs. Pom;As the leaves turn and the wind starts to whip, I realize that we never thanked you properly for leading us to the wonderful world of the Cape. We started our holiday by stopping in at the wonderful town of Newport, where we fell in love with LIVE Lobsters and we discovered that we couldn’t stay with them all day even if we did try to have a “sit in”.Our first morning started early…

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As I sit in Starbucks with my Venti coffee on this cold (32f), rainy Friday, I marvel how quickly time flies.  As I write, Mum sleeps and is getting ready to have a night on the town with our beautiful Fairy (my niece).  They have tickets for Andre Rieu and are so very excited. The freezer is full to the brim with meals for the next month - she ran out of time to do the usual 3 month supply. 

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  Well we hit the ground running… Costco for ribbons Michaels for paint brushes for girlfriends Borders for calendars Stews for food Kitchen for cooking cooking cooking Finally we got to Friday and we took off for NYC.  Picking up my friend Joyce we headed into the city.  While looking for the FDR Drive we discovered the construction site under the Whitestone Bridge, then we worked out

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The Ultimate Boss has landed (she is still taxi-ing on the runway but is texting!!) We are ready! Note the wine glass, as well as the tea pot! Plus her favorite cookies – graham crackers! Plus delectable's from Martines Bake Shoppe… The bed is made.  The towels are clean. Rose’s gift is ready and waiting.       Costco croissants are ready to go in the oven and the

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Today I took advantage of the warm day to run outside and photograph Mum’s wonderful aprons.  These are just a few of the 35 plus that she has been creating over the past weeks to bring to Art Is…You.         Mum has used vintage laces, guest linens and beautiful fabrics to create some wonderful pieces.  She even made me and the Goddess matching ones for our

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The lady across the road died this week.  She wasn’t any ordinary lady across the road.  Her name was Judith, she was 93 years old and she was “our” lady across the road for more than 25 years. Our family loved her. If I close my eyes today, I can clearly see the agapanthus in full bloom underneath the liquid amber trees.  All my memories of Judith make me smile and feel good. She was

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....is learning to take photos

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I couldn’t resist this photo recently… It was only three years ago that they looked like this…    “Max is the brother I will never have” Trick

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This is my most favorite place in the world. This is where my dearest friend Joyce and I spend most mornings solving the world’s problems…and hopefully a few of our own. Perhaps it is the rows and rows of delicious cookies? Or the cakes that prove I should give up baking! Maybe it is the cupcakes that really look like real flowers? Or is it the pastries that remind me of

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First you need to make sure that she has a cushion …or at the very least a stool to sit on…   …and then a special moment in time My soon to be 90 year old Nanny, my cousin Ez all the way in Australia, having lunch with us….well they were eating lunch and we were drinking late night coffee to stay awake! What was so amazing, is how this wonderful lady just took it all in her

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  It has been a full month of activity and the month is not yet over.  The month started with about 20 Engineers arriving on our doorstep.  I wonderful impetus to get my garden finally finished. On his arrival Uncle Glen was immediately shown his To Do List.  Over the past seven days he has achieved most of this list in between “doing” the museums, art galleries and playing hide and seek with

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Still the same sweet, kind, gentle soul.  Nothing has changed except the technology! No birthday presents please she says…instead, please consider a donation to The School of St Jude set up and run by another phenomenal Australian girl – Gemma Rice* Happy Birthday Niece 1   * In 2002 a young lady, Gemma Rice (now Gemma Sisia), from a sheep farm in Australia, opened a small school in

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There is no excuse not to celebrate!

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Ever get the feeling sometimes when you meet someone that you have found a kindred spirit?    Last night I did.  I met a wonderful artist, with a generous spirit.  A uniquely  talented and humble man comfortable in the spotlight yet quietly clever at turning the spotlight on others.  His name - Michael Albert!  In the backroom of our community library, Michael spent the afternoon sharing

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We are finally reveling in summer holidays and all the sleeping in that this can bring! Before getting there, we had to have our “Moving Up Ceremony” and of course enjoyed watching Flossy receive a couple of prizes in the process.With the formal part over, it was off to (the first of many)movies and lunchWith school signed off, it was on to end of year recitals with several performances that

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  I recently wrote about the gift of giving and the joy it can bring.  Well I have been fortunate enough to be on the receiving end recently of some very special gifts. Pamela created this beautiful Valentine Gift. Alas it got lost in the mail and then blessings were on our side as it was found again - much to mine and Pamela’s joy. Betti created this beautiful Alice plaque in celebration

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 I was “commissioned” by my girlfriend’s friend to create a wreath for her holiday house.  I had great pleasure in doing so because we have lovely memories from a whole summer ago (I can’t believe it) when we spent the day eating lobsters, playing with Max (the dog) and getting wet in the water with Max (the kid).  The brief?  Yellow, Green, Beige.   Note the little bucket has a special

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  A hard concept for most 10 year olds to grasp but one my Treehouse kids now have to live with.  We try to guide them to understand that, while the person has died, that person is, in so many ways, still with them in mind and spirit. So the activity, answer as many questions as you can starting from “what color eyes did they have”, “your favorite memory”  through to “if you could say one more

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  I marveled last summer when a new reality show hit the tv.  “Oprah’s Big Give” - a show where Oprah gave several willing participants the opportunity and the cash flow to make something happen for someone else.  Everyone was talking about the show.  Everyone was tuning in.    Morning Show hosts discussed the success of the program with great interest.  Yet I laughed at what I have known

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Once upon a time there was a little boy who would only wear polo shirts that had a top pocket.  Why? because his friend “Little Gibby” lived in his top pocket and kept him company every day.  This little boy was (is and always will be) the apple of his parent’s eye.  He could do no wrong (even when he did…which was often).  Gibby as he became affectionately known, is an expert on just about

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Almost six years ago I received a phone call from this girl in our town. Joyce. A real go getter who was the new President of SEPTA (Special Education PTA…same as P&C). She was organizing the SEPTA Fundraiser - a wild night of thousands of Tricky Trays* (new word that I learnt this year), raffles, silent auctions etc. Three fundraisers in six years, lots of meetings and a great deal of red wine

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It is a bit sad when your mother has to skype in singing happy birthday to herself to remind you what the date is….and then have to request her own Birthday Blog Entry!! Oh well….at least I can argue the time difference....Well I could have a few days ago but it is now three days later so I have not a leg to stand on!Mum, Kari, Renny, Granny, Gaga, Gran….she will answer to most things and knowing

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You know you are part of a family when you are included in one of life’s special moments. Grammie was a fireman’s wife, a mother, a volunteer and a friend to many. She was my friend’s Mum. As well as her formal protestant send off Grammie was given a wonderful blessing by the freemasons. They lay these flowers at her graveside and explained the symbolism behind each color:“Universally, blue

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What a wonderful opportunity it was to see my childhood friend dance. Ros Warby (Rozzi to me) is cited as one of Australia's leading dancer-choreographers. It was a treat to drive into New York City with my dear friend and her daughter (who happens to be one of Flossy’s dear friends), to see Ros perform Monumental - an award-winning solo performance that incorporates film projection and solo

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Dressed in his appropriate Memorial Day regalia, Max requested the one and only DVD that one should watch on a special American Day!Big Red Car!

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Ok so I am going to knock all your socks off....I actually did some art for me!Appropriately made today on Memorial Monday while Neil heaved soil and timber into the back yard and Max tried to help..........When telling Neil about the art challenge, I was "lucky" enough to receive a detailed summary of the meaning behind medals, ribbons, stars and so on. What struck a chord for me was that each

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Blonde Hair & Blue eyesKindAlways got to hold the presentsBrainyListenerClothes on the floorEloquentJohn Travolta on the wallCalmNo interest in clothes, so would wear mineCaresMother of five or more (depending on pets)SubtleMy friendMy sisterHappy Birthday Bails.

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“I don't think you ever stop giving. I really don't. I think it's an on-going process. And it's not just about being able to write a check. It's being able to touch somebody's life." Oprah Winfrey

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Missing my kids this week as we have a one week break. They have shared their stories, they are united by a common bond and in some small way I do believe that the team I am working with have touched the hearts of these young people who have lost so much, too soon.

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Click on my lamp and discover what helps make me tick...

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SPRINGSUMMERFALLWINTER All recently created for the Auction at our Bingo and Brownies Fundraiser.

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“The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate" [The view from my window]

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This is one of my all time favourite photos.My mum, my sister, my Nanny (my mum's mum) - they had just had Yum Cha (Dim Sum) for Mother's Day about 5 years ago. I love the way my sister has her hands on Mum and Nanny's knees.Have a Happy Day and for those back home, I hope you were spoilt like me. Pilsbury dough rolls, smoked salmon, capers and Wow Wow Wubbzy on the TV!

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I just love this photo. It speaks volumes about Christmas 2008. A time where the J Man was just so very happy to have all his family around him, to do craft with his Aunty, play with his cousins and to decorate trees. I hope your birthday box arrives. It was going to be T Man's birthday box but your Aunty didn't get her act together so now...well it is a box of a whole lot of goodies gathered

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The Good: The joy on the faces of my parents as they said hello to us all this week. With a little tweaking we had a lovely time saying Hi Gaga Hi Granny. Of course as Skype promises, we felt like we were in the kitchen at home with Papa in his singlet and undies, Gran had just washed her hair and the gluggy porridge sitting on the bench.The Bad: Gran being able to see my bad hair day and

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Today I received an unexpected gift that gave me great joy. I received a phone call from Max's wonderful doctor, Dr. Alan L. Shanske. The last time we saw Dr. Shanske was in September last year and we had hoped to see him this April at our 6 month check up but alas he had taken some leave.His team were slightly perplexed when, with tears running down my face, I asked when he would return. They

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One would think he might be looking up to heaven and saying his prayers but no...he left that to his mother, while he caught up on the latest Bob the Builder! Today we got our third set of tubes. With a confidence that astounds me, he walked into the operating theatre, seeing the nurses he announced "hi girls" and was ready and waiting to be sat up on the table.Three hours later we are home

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A beautiful sunny day in New York and all my photos were deleted by fingers too young to know but oh so interested in the mechanics of the camera! I managed to save this video from this morning.

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This past weekend my girlfriend Ellen and I drove to Rhode Island to participate in a Self Portrait class being run by the gorgeous Tracy and Allison Stilwell. Opening their home to the participants, they gave us a day of play, a lunch of magnificent proportions (who got the last scone?) and an opportunity to share, laugh, drink tea and forget about the washing.The Venue -The girlz have friends

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On a rainy afternoon, when we have exhausted all our usual activities and we were starting to request "horsy"... which means mother on hands and knees and mighty max riding on her back (yes it is a sight)... the mail man came to the rescue. With a suitable "Wowwwww" (he has perfected it), Max opened his little box from Papa. Was it deliberate to send the surprise in an old Pears box? Whenever

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In the next eight weeks, Elmo and I will have the privilege to listen to the voices and hearts of a group of 8-10 year olds who have experienced the recent death of a family member. Does anyone remember the show The Wonder Years? Kevin Arnold (played by Fred Savage) was one of the first (of many to come) narrators of his life and many of his narrations are remembered and recalled today...

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Life certainly comes full circle.Two things that were the light of my brother's life 25+ years ago are now finding new life with his nephew! This is a new smurf but somewhere I know (are they at Granny's), my brother has a "vintage" collection in his little drawstring bag (he was a bit of a bag man) of smurfs collected. and this is the original 1982 Donkey Kong that continues to entertain little

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Before I provide a round up of Easter Weekend, I wanted to share an amazing way to start your day!

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Just three words on my email....but at 5am on Easter Sunday, I couldn't have asked for a nicer Easter Gift. Of course you could buy a lot of chocolate instead but I would rather have my mum! Thanks Papa!!

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Ok Bails I hear you struggle with the time difference so here is a little schedule now that Daylight Saving is over:3pm NYC = 5am SYD (I guess I would be talking to P or EE at this time)4pm NYC = 6am SYD (still EE and P although Gran might grab the phone)5pm NYC = 7am SYD (somebody? anybody?)6pm NYC = 8am SYD (assuming that we want to be on time for school, no calls will be made in this hour)8pm

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It is humbling yet at the same time comforting to know that in the midst of life's hectic schedule, one can be reminded that family appears around corners that you forget are there.With my recent experiences navigating the lumpy path of mammos...I was reminded that whilst my immediate family is back in Australia, I have a large and wonderful family here in the US who we have come to love like our

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My dad celebrated another birthday this week.I miss him terribly.He is my mate. The one who has understood me (and that takes an extra amount of brain power and patience) from the day I was born. Perhaps it was because I remind him of mum? Perhaps it was because I was the poor forgotten middle child?!!!! Perhaps it was because I had freckles on my face....something as a child I hated so much that

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The sky was a midnight blue, the coffee was in the thermos, the Engineer, MightyMax & flossy were sound asleep. Bliss. But my state of bliss was because my flea market pal and I were off to celebrate the commencement of spring with Day 1 of Elephant Trunk.We have been looking forward to this day for months. We quivered with glee at the sign of vans and tents lined up as far as the eye could see -

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This past week I have come to wonder if expectations of achieving, have forced us to become numbers and not persons. With my yearly round of testing this past week, I once again headed to the Imaging Lab for my mammogram. Dressed in nothing but a “Chux Superwipe” equivalent, I endured what we all must do each year if we are to take care of ourselves. Told to sit in my cubicle, the technician

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My mother had not had her morning coffee prior to taping...hence the light (her brain) going on half way through my fabulous rendition of Humpty Dumpty...my current favourite song.

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We learnt to click, drag, and drop. We had ice cream treats! We caught up on the Jonas Brothers... We learnt to give our Dad a back scratch! We became the storage center for snowboarding travellers from Australia! We discovered our big sister's Fashion Polly Box of delights! We ran a doll display at Pepsi Co - during Black History month.We visited a wonderful exhibition - Fiber + Thread = Art

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Life always seems to come full circle. Two things that were the light of my brother's life 25+ years ago are now finding new life with his nephew! I do hope he still has his original collection of smurfs - he carried them around in a little drawstring bag that mum made him. This is the very original Nintendo donkey kong that my father brought home in 1982 from one of his trips to Hong Kong.

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We have had a happy week here in NY and these last few days the most happy! We spent Valentines Day in CT with our favorite CT family!First we were all spoilt with lovely treasures - check the excitement on the Engineer's face when he opened his very own GI Joe! I am so excited! He has proudly displayed it on the "treasure mantle" he has created in our dining room!Then there were the treats for

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