Honda the cat that lives in the motorcycle barn.  Yesterday, I saw Honda on the roof as it was eyeing a bird in a nearby tree. It squatted. Calculated. Waited. Held its breath. Then started to run down the…

My mom doesn't like cats. But when you live in the country next to a barn, a cat haven it becomes. It seems that cats for one reason or another find themselves there. My mom usually finds a home away…

Photography and text: Corey Amaro   Before I arrive in California I dream of the time I will have with my family, what we will see, do and talk about. I dream of the hours we will spend together. I…

Saturday Art Saves: Kathe Fraga   Photo Source Kathe Fraga Every Saturday I focus on a different artist that I admire. From potters to painters, chefs to collectors, seamstress to songwriters, lifestyle to lovers… anyone who set the paintbrush, pastry…

  My Brother Mat is a crack up. A tease. He claims not to like the brocante, though he lives in an old beautiful home. He likes to joke about my blog, and gets a big kick out of reading…

  Every Monday my mother invites my brothers and their families over for dinner. She cooks up a feast, desserts included. Often she plans some sort of entertainment for us after dinner. A master of ceremony. Last Monday it was…