Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no…
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-Watercolor Sunflower by Marcia Carole At 2:00 a.m. this morning, the searing pain in my head got my full attention, yet again. I’d tried to ignore it off and…
Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no…
Then the angel told Mary, “Don’t be afraid! God is pleased with you, and you will have a son. His name will be Jesus. He will be great and will be…
Pushing through chemo lethargy and killer headaches, I’ve been preparing painted papers for my next piece, The Annunciation, during the past two days. I use watercolor paper and…
This morning, I felt well enough to start work on a series of collages on the birth of Jesus. Here is the first one. I know, I know. I am…
Last night, after my third round of chemotherapy for cancer, the newly arrived chemo kicked it up a notch in the war raging in my body. My friend, Nancy, was…
Today, as I scratch the back of my head innocently enough, my hand pulls away lightly with a small pile of hair. I knew this day was coming, I remind…
I’ve been thinking about the concept of a journey of “giving up” a lot lately. Not the giving up on being delivered from cancer through prayer, chemo, rest and good…
Some of my cancer recovery is slow and steady, like the travel of a turtle. Information gathering is huge among the medical community, so one has to slowly, consistently gather…
