Have a pear

A sketch I did (but nev­er completed–are sketch­es ever com­plet­ed?) sev­er­al months ago. Not all mon­sters are mean. Just goes to show that you can’t judge a book by it’s cov­er, nor a mon­ster by it’s warts and teeth. More sketch­es forthcoming.

My head is round

This is Tris­tan, our fire­ball of a three-year-old. It was dif­fi­cult to say the least to get him to hold still long enough to snap this pho­to. “Take a pic­ture of me run­ning at you!”

A story of a miracle

Pho­to by Eduar­do Amor­im The first part of this sto­ry hap­pened back in August of 1998, when we (the peo­ple of Rose Creek Vil­lage) were liv­ing in Bethel Springs, Ten­nessee, in what we affec­tion­ate­ly called “Mash ’em Inn,” a farm­house that we had built a mas­sive addi­tion onto to cre­ate a 14-bed­­room, 7‑bath dwelling which… Con­tin­ue read­ing A sto­ry of a miracle