I can’t remember when Max began to sleep through the night. As an illustrator, I like following sites like Illustration Friday, Daily Doodle and the like. They throw out quick assignments: illustrate “Metamorphosis,” or make a picture of Little Red Riding Hood.
Well, I’m glad no one ever takes the “Wordless” part of “Wordless Wednesday” seriously… Look at what I found the other day in the goodbye pile of unwanted stuffed animals at my ex’s apartment. This is one of the freakiest
(My son does not find this one funny.)
Gah! I hate being two-faced. I used to think little kids are cute: their big melty eyes, their cherubic cheeks, and their awkward movements as they learn to master their little bodies. Do you know how tricky a jumping jack
(Every class has one… Um, ok, maybe this was a little random. But doesn’t every illustrator render her taekwondo students as reptiles in a picture book sooner or later?)
This morning, September 11, I caught the dance and music performance of Table of Silence by the Buglisi Dance Theater on Lincoln Center Plaza. It is a 9/11 tribute that premiered on the tenth anniversary of the attacks and has been performed