Author Archives: Henrietta Handy
‘Beginning’…
Since the last post, life has begun to happen. The Husband and I have joined a Mosque of the Red Death game via the internet. There is energy for cleaning and some work with the dogs. Drawing and writing together … Continue reading
Standing
There aren’t words in the English language to express everything swirling and whirling inside me. First we had ‘shelter in place’ and then we watched George Floyd die. Both of these events resonates with the world because we are all … Continue reading
Creative
I am still waiting on the replacement cord for my laptop. Sho, in the meantime, I’ve been painting and drawing. Here are a couple of two pint my new favorites. No need to force you to endure all the not-so-good … Continue reading
Relaxing And Goofing Off
This is Misha, a high ranking spy and assassin for the Russian Mouse Mafia. He is considered extremely dangerous and can pass for a regular, garden variety mouse. BEWARE OF THIS MOUSE!
Still Alive
Life has not been boring in Kentucky. In my part of the state. Well catch up with everyone very soon. Laptop cord bit the dust so having to wake in one to be mailed to me. How is your all’s … Continue reading
Welp
You know those times in your life when everything sucks and ‘good’ I’d relative to hire less sucky one thing is than another? Yep, right there in the middle be I. Just as my world was finally seeking with somewhat … Continue reading
*waving from my side of the mountain*
I am not exactly sure where April has gone, for me at least. It is one of those Rip Van Winkle moments where you feel like you’ve been somewhere else, and then, spooky sudden – you are right back…here – wherever … Continue reading
COVID-19 Is NOT The Flu!
I am still hearing a lot of people say, “This is just the flu! All we need to do is to let it run its course! People are being too panicky.” Over and over again, medical professionals have said COVID-19 is … Continue reading
Getting Back In The Saddle
Today I put my foot in the stirrup and hoisted myself back into the saddle. So far today I have written over 1,063 words and feel like my soul has taken its first deep breath in years. Life is still … Continue reading